Poem: Small deathsDeath is an ant under your shoe, the unwatered spider plant, a grain of fentanyl thinner than a needle of Douglas fir
Poem: Dear AlanI said it was a nice tattoo even though it was a stupid tattoo
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My debut book of poetry is forthcoming, hence the new name and direction
Poem: Fruit fly trapI escape the swat of your hand, my body nearly another smear on the wall
The book will be published in September 2023
Two poems: Dear Sam and Dear DaveIf I smoked enough Belmonts, I’d smell you
Drug policy doesn't reflect the history and nature of drug use