February 2010
January 2010
Anything
by andrea gibson,
tonight i wanna slit my wrists hold the blood to god’s lips and say taste this tonight i could swear even the man in the moon is a rapist and stars are nothing but scars bullet wounds from humanities drive by firing at the face of the sky tonight crying would be too easy it would please me too much and no i don’t want you to touch me cause your hands are...
Photograph
by Andrea Gibson
I wish I was a photograph tucked into the corners of your wallet I wish I was a photograph you carried like a future in your back pocket I wish I was that face you show to strangers when they ask you where you come from I wish I was that someone that you come from every time you get there and when you get there I wish I was that someone who got phone calls and...