Tag Archives: Mitch Grabois

For the new year you emerge from your cave the one in which your face was never more than half there the left side, the right, your forehead, your chin No one wanted to fuck you so you divided yourself … Continue reading →

There’s a babe at your breast a stone axe in your hand that you used to kill the ravenous bear who now lies dead at your feet We’ve grown apart over the years You have reverted to a primitive state … Continue reading →