like modern day urban gorillas without military-issue weapons but instead stuck in our heads and throwing gasoline bombs made of...

rub the slumber from your eyes it’s ok to cry it’s ok to fall it’s ok to go 5 steps backward there’s a lot to learn from what’s died it’s...

in your arms and in your womb you cradled me you’ve bled you’ve cried you’ve even died for me the stripes I wear on my hips