Monthly Archives: June 2014


My skin has always been
my weakest organ.
It splits at the first sign of trouble
and leaves only lighter shaded reminders
that at some point
something happened here.


There’s a man in my building
who’s cough
growls like an outdoor dog.
Nobody likes him
but everybody loves him
and at times like this
it feels like
we’re all just waiting for him to die,
but the neighbors only discuss it with looks
and head tilts
covering up the thoughts they have
in preparation
of what they’re actually
going to say.