FOUR POEMS by SEEKING
midnight snack
On Writing
I title this “late spring melancholy” ⇒ this is a haiku
Last week, I was worried my lungs couldn’t handle the propofol, I’d been vaping too much glycol. Today
the road was black, hot.
If I run into traffic,
will everyone stop?
Seeking is a graduate student in a quantitative field at one of the Washington D.C schools named after the nation's most famous enslaver. He was born-and-raised in the northernmost subtropical place. He loves long-form stories, invented worlds, and post-scarcity dreams. He has poems in the first Bullshit Anthology and Ayaskala Magazine. He has a forthcoming poem in Simple Machines Vol.2.