i love how everything is too-cool black
too-cool preemptively-stained room
memory pinching time til it fits between
your tooth and the half-wound
of the cheek
n...
my crush / on you-- reproduces by budding / it grows tiny new crushes on its skin / a new crush on the slightness of your hands / on the collar of your shirt cu...
zach blackwood is a Samantha on the verge of tears in philadelphia, pa. he has poems published in peach mag, voicemail poems, bedfellows magazine, maudlin house, SPF literary magazine, tenderness yea, and other places. he is a triple air sign which is to say, he may seem distant, but he’s actually completely absent. He lives with 2 beautiful brown dogs named pig and squire. follow @blackwhom for poetry but mostly pouty selfies.