Category Archives: Poetry

sometimes when I look out at the world
and into myself
in too little detail
what I see disturbs me
(as I continue to avoid 
horror movies, so
I am untrained)
and I reflect on what
I feel I am seeing
and feel: this shit
is garbage,
and sometimes I 
find a way to
call it trash
but that's only because
I'm not close enough
to smell what it's really like