Author: navidsaedi
I wish I could write like Faulkner.
THIS IS A POEM ABOUT SHIT BUCKETS AND EXPENSIVE SEAFOOD AND AN INCIDENT OF SEXUAL MISCONDUCT ON A PUBLIC BUS 12.8.17
THIS IS NOT A POEM ABOUT WHERE THE LOST CHILDREN GO 12.7.17
THIS IS A POEM ABOUT OBSIDIAN AND CONFLAGRATIONS AND DAGGERS 12.6.17
THIS IS A POEM ABOUT WHEN HELL COMES TO EARTH AND A MOTHER’S DEEPLY FELT DISAPPOINTMENT 12.5.17
THIS IS A POEM ABOUT THE BACK OF MY EYELIDS AND THE DEADNESS OF THE OUTER WORLD 12.4.17
THIS IS A POEM ABOUT A HOT METAL SPATULA AND A PENCHANT FOR BLEEDING 12.3.17
THIS IS A POEM ABOUT VIVISECTIONS AND SHARP BLADES AND MY BALLS 12.2.17
The Deconstruct 