January 2011
Nah(oh,la)tida: A Poem is a Disengaged Analysis →
nahohlatida:
Out for Ribs In Bed
This is the Science of Sleep paralysis when the lights go out on two lovers buck ass naked.
Every night I crave Jean Michel Basquiat like a jazz riff, but I woke up this morning beat and famished from le petit mortit and I’m ravaged as if Jean Michel Basquiat, Michael…
