Published by admin on June 29, 2019

NOISE

I initially called this poem Silence, but I prefer Noise.   follow me on IG @alexskyobed www.alexobed.com

Published by admin on January 7, 2019

Fillings

  My brother feels—then fills—their cheeks. Their foreheads. Their lips. Their earlobes. Almost everything is available for filling.   He does not fill boobs; that’s a differently trained filler.   But it seems as if there’s a filling for almost everything these days— especially time.   Time, it seems, must be filled. Otherwise, you go…

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