Poetic Ephemera

post traumatic perpetual when memories stretch, like a pillow over your face. apologizing to ghosts, gang pressed (and powerless) into some fucking wretched before. So what then is this?  It's a collection of unpublished poems I've written over the past several years, and recently re-edited.  So it's sort of new poetry formed in conversation with past versions of myself. 9 poems of lo…