Vacancy of Grief
I don’t know what to put here
except the quiet
questions
I keep behind
my morning lips…
James Roach (they/he) lives in Philly and is most creative between the hours of up-too-late and is it even worth going to bed? To read some of his published works, visit his Linktree.
I don’t know what to put here
except the quiet
questions
I keep behind
my morning lips…
The moon sticks out
like a sore thumb,
a heavy-hammered
lunar bruise
no stranger
to rusty nail gun punches.