Before I knew what a panic attack was, or how to come down
1. we, clouded with error create from the language of breath an earth, murked without wisdom but the reaching of so many hands
When forced to choose between certain disembowelment by a ravenous Minotaur
When the future star was sweeping cereal dust upon weathered wooden floors
My twin spends our final day of teenhood in a cloudy Cincinnati apartment
My heels squish in the marshy ground. I demolish tortilla chips with a plastic fork