Tag: 50 mm

tears keepspilling from my eyeslike monsoonin october night skies. i check the wound periodically. it was healing before, why does it look a little infected?i bandage it back up.  train station interceptions, phone calls that shatter. a karmic seed now joins meon parallel life/death lines,“pull yourself together girl, you’re late for the show.”  a pulsating cry, “i want to go home.”himalayan hills, tibetan…