ten things I’m sorry for at different levels of severity in no particular order
my landlord hearing us fucking/ i haven’t finished a book in months/ i don’t really want to go to
thanksgiving dinner/ i don’t really know my brother/ being a dyke/ killing my houseplants/
telling my therapist about you/ stepping on my cat’s paw/ sleeping late/ considering this a poem
by Dustin King
... Do buzzards become cannibals when a buzzard becomes carrion? / Wouldn’t sweet decomposition be a gift? ...
by Clara Jeske
... I have never been afraid or unsettled in graveyards ...