Some nights are like this: glass of water and two tylenol you and your saline cheeks waiting for 2 am softness your nectarine heart how it is sweet and dripping a hybrid; you think you are all chemicals maybe so but wait — before you dream build this was another day maybe you think you are alone but the dandelions have grown over the backyard and close up in the dark tomorrow they will be open gold over gold over possibility and you will turn to the sun with them your bodies rising to wishes
I was born and raised in Anchorage, Alaska, growing up in a warehouse in Anchorage's industrial district. Now I live in airports and stand in front of cameras.
