La Rev

I am a poet slash writer.
This is not a memoir.
This is me breathing under
the weight of forty epic poems,
never written. The epics break
open and slash about in the tide
pool of slashed wrists. No, never
mine. This is a happy book. This
is the only time I say anything
dark like a child’s thunder. You
have my word. You have my
resumé. You have my soul.



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