Monday Night Stanza. 

I never knew the fear of death 
until i looked at my mother
Fear hanging onto vocal chords
Flashlight in hand
Inaction on the third stair

staring at the atlantic ocean 
and coney island creek
bursting through our doors

Like uninvited relatives. 

Monday Night Stanza. 


I never knew the fear of death 

until i looked at my mother
Fear hanging onto vocal chords
Flashlight in hand
Inaction on the third stair
staring at the atlantic ocean 
and coney island creek
bursting through our doors
Like uninvited relatives.