I. hollow voice to empty earsbecause i shot wordslike bullets to the black nightsinging the meteor showercat-clawing until the notes shatteredand fell spent and sweatingat the feet of a mumbling crowdwho don’t seem to like purplenearly as much as i do II. smash cut: age eightbecause she used to saywhen you write your bestsellerinstead ofContinue reading “five excuses”