COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
the moon is stupid
why do we do the things we do
just to turn around and blame the moon?
karma doesn't exist, kids.
in a dark place,
like applying
to grad school dark.
there's magic in the chaos.
like a pot noodle to a bouquet,
how did the owl become wise?
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