trying again

and still more...

more from phil's show

phil's memorial show

jube madrona

beautiful

poppy is lost

Two halves of a prayer, let me imagine it

we gangled in our childhood bodies,

flesh grew from our bones like thin insulation

to let our nervous heat breathe,

me and my little brother,

we see Dad like our future child

and never want children

we tie alcohol ribbons with our blood

recycle the bottles, sleep