they say you don't know what goes on behind closed doors,

and once I slam one getting out of my car I'm not sure I know either

going from ...that, to a shift, is a shift to be sure

I'm left shaking, the routine bittersweet cure

is work

a halmoni's recipe

one with withered paper

scribbled calligraphy

rustic annotations

a dilapidated polaroid

i see as an ember of burning reels of film

last summer, i died. well, very nearly.

last summer, i lived off of mugs full of cold milk tea, a concoction i frequently made to keep my weary mind company.

Google says there are more than 150 billion pennies in circulation

is that more or less than how many pearls lie in the ocean?

who knows how many pearls there are?

I feel the squeeze of self when I am forced to choose sides

to choose or to choose