Lazarus From the cave I walked into the darkness I once called day, and gagged upon the smells. My sisters wore the ashes of distress; I loosened my shroud and poor Marta fell. I despaired to find myself back in hell. Some error had returned me to the world of dull-eyed beasts, of shit and … Continue reading Two Sonnets About the Sucky Side of Resurrection
Once, I spray painted my body gold for a party. With actual spray paint, not body paint. Did I care about chemicals and poison and cancer? No, I did not.
A conspiracy exists and it goes like this: Parties are Fun! I keep falling for it. And then I go to a party