janitor | ANGLES

TWO POEMS

I am cursed to see the ultraviolet but my brown mama says that UV rays hurt our skin and our...

We should’ve known, when Roy had handmade the die. It should have been an omen, the word itself....

I’m clearing my browser history. It’s not like anyone saw, but I still feel like someone’s...

Nose Job I had you carved away. I scoured my face clean. Knocked out, they drilled chiseled,...

The Reality of Kites Sleeping, for most, is the negative space. Dark Matter. The absence of a...