Jacob Berg·Jul 7, 2022tunnel visionfine then. limp away stubborn in the gasnight, a monologue howling in your eyes. read depth by the warped fingers of a shadow curled…A response icon2A response icon2
Jacob Berg·Jul 3, 2022a sort of foreverthere’s a sort of forever in the voice booming pronouncement over the car-pocked apocalypse, a considered staccato, a throw, a catch…A response icon5A response icon5
Jacob Berg·Jun 10, 2022i kiss cloudsi kiss clouds that look like dough, they teach me what’s for dirt. swear one time i killed myself – woke up, went to work.A response icon3A response icon3
