georgie is writing pocket poems

femme armies teach bravery ,
they share stories;
society hasn't known their worth,
we are tense

contempt , warm march
when the gentle lemon
cures —
she too fights and
hates

but isn't it better
to hate the money

woman wizard  we haven't fluted...
thats   my fucking wife,  stupid

slender man

 deep sleep thoughts
the night full with you
a doubtless heaven

pretty drunk while
my family stones justice:
the kind they mistake
for fraud;
what a way to
quiet doubts

friend death
human doubt
home burn down
where the cat been all day

she was a great woman
 he still gamed

I long for a
second coffee

friendship
the candle that burns
down doubt
they are my home
human
you