Poetry
My Holy Birth
Born regular Just the regular way On a regular day As I grew, I magically changed Marks on my body anew It was true The dragon came His fire spread down my arm My chest Splitting me in two My mother cried As the...
Not Quite Poetry
I’m Finally Diseased
Well I have Covid. David did too. Ugh. Apparently, it’s going to exist for all time and people will just get it like the flu. I’ve spent over two years without catching it damnit I went to a pagan meeting. The...