Freshman at New York University.
Or so they say. Or so they say.
But I have seen a predawn glow
That holds more fear for me, you know,
...
Chocolate covered Peeps have never looked as grotesque
as when you press them, sloppily, to your lips,
in pajama pants and my old band shirt.
Puppies and skulls, barely reacting to each other.
...
She died the day her mother died.
We all saw it.
We watched.
...