Bench Press 04/30/18

Fevered, waiting, Pinching, scathing. Hours, tick tock, hours, crystals go tick tock to the face of my watch. Anxiety. Anxiety and wonderment. Anxiety and wonderment and a mustache. Wonder-ffixed in resolution in retrospect. Stories forsaken- not my own. What do they say again? Truth is swallowed when passed on and on and on and on and on … Continue reading Bench Press 04/30/18