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I carry my grief Like an unwanted infant. He’s snuggled against my chest In survival, Sucking the life From my breast, While I stand motionless, Unable to feel Or care For him. While the life leaves my eyes, He cries out, Sounding an alarm That I’m desperate To ignore. He needs to be fed, Be bathed, Be changed. But I Am Just So Tired. I fight the urge To suffocate him, My hand around his tiny mouth, Knowing the only way to end his life Is To let him live Until he’s ready to g

Performed at Bottlerocket Sept. 16 Not much about me is casual. In fact, if you see any of my friends show up with me anywhere, they...

Is it a comedy or a tragedy That you give out The gift Of attention? Your stand-up persona Doesn’t mention Who you are When you’re lying...