An excerpt from my book/poem IRL | [PANK]


My hard won
sense of self surrenders thru
the sieve of yr attention
every time What I mean
is for fifteen years
I give all of myself to every
man I meet, mostly bc
I have nothing worth
holding I want
to get lost, to merge and b
someone else. I look into
the water, a rolling exact
me I promise to find
or make something worth
holding onto. Iā€™m giving
it to you. What I mean
is guard yourself. Erect
fences. Crop a mound
onto the bald land
sing a Beyonce song
at karaoke w/yr friends
Envision consequences n make
decisions loose needles
of light from the dark
tent within

tommy is a sick lord