Slippage

, and it was very surreal, like a dream within a dream

how gently

rain falls

down

the edge

of reason

*

Empty Pockets

I remember the first time my grandmother said she loved me. It was right before she asked if I could buy her some cat food.

wind-swept leaves

what's gone

is gone

*

Ordinary Illusions

before the crash, seconds really do become miles

past

present

future

it's wherever you drop

the needle

*Published by The Other Bunny on 2/19/18