George Clooney Steps in Drying Concrete – Riley Woods

  I, knowing she gazes from the nonexistent,walk an ordinary street, pockets stuffed w/ bricks,steel-housed toes sinking into pavement.nobody sees a star conceived to lose itself,pale pulling away from skin. nobody tastesthe strain pop-flash- coloring the voidbehind my eyes. everything unchanged,everything earthbound— I am gravityabandoned, artifice atomizing into unknownnothing. I will fray in her frictionless,in […]