Unit 012: Awkward friendless weird gay child.
I put my gay inside a box. The tidy boy with the corduroy pants that trend forgot ...
Unit 017: Make it stop.
The car bomb that destroyed lives, two blocks from the street where I was born ...
Unit 021: I put my love inside a box.
I put my love inside a box. The tender moments, the fleeting connection, the inevitable parting ...
Unit 033: Still can't accept we'll never laugh together again because you're dead.
I put my grief inside a box, I dig a hole, deep in the woods. Six feet. Eight feet. Ten — it's in!
Unit 042: Me and the Reaper. It's complicated.
Concentration: clutch the duvet close. Constellations: focus tight the night sky. Consternation: a young boy will not sleep ...
Unit 044: That argument we keep having
I put my anger in a box. Now and then I check its pulse ...