Tag Archives: Adam Daniel

Silverware

In case you’re wondering, I talk shit about all my friends. Beetles congregate around my lips. work the late shift—             stay awake for days. one by one—             have too many to count. I sit tall in dim light, empty table, … Continue reading

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Autumn Walk

Leave your identity at the foot of the wood—             It is of little use where feet crunch             dead leaves             and insects fester in the warm soil. Climb an oak tree—             branches form haphazard stepping stones             and you are thinking of … Continue reading

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