just quietly making myself a pile of photos of the house that was slowly falling down throughout all of my childhood ….. always looked forward to seeing its tilt when we drove by !
from abell 2218 by eric gamalinda, published in amigo warfare: poems
[Text ID: I use my body to find love. I eat all the wrong foods. I believe what I see with my own two eyes. Fear eats me. I have to look for a job. I can sprint faster than sound. I burn forever, I have no end. /End ID]
