Friday, November 30, 2018

He Was So Drunk

Even crawling was not an option
A cold night in Chinatown and resting
his head on concrete.

Tuesday, November 27, 2018

Sic Vita


It’s funny what sticks with me
of what I’ve received. It’s
what I make of it
that becomes my truth:

Coco Chanel

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