Worthy is the lamb, who was slain.
In the fake, gilded age of Trumploathsome words bleed from 45’s mouth
oblivious to the collateral damage.
And when you’re a star, you can do anything—
grab them by the pussy. You can do anything.
Nightmares revisit my dreamsevolve into wide-awake
If Ivanka weren’t my daughter…
I watch Kill Bill—read a Vachss noveldetachment being key
to amputating anger.
Such a nasty woman.
Shunning invasive images, I turnto focus on strands of moonlight
weaving through venetian blinds.