2.25.17 / by Caleb Blansett

fear as a projection of an internal state

chronic hangover from a salty perspective

inability to recognize a shadow as a past self

heated conversations with an ephemeral projection

stick figures holding big sticks behind their fat backs

sutured lips from these velvet covered prickly words

an empty chair, holding the implication of memory

procession of tumbleweed that sighs "maybe"

ask the mirror in the attic of your mind

the bleeding out, kissing the floor

who's the strongest, who do you love

a broken echo that can never be answered