Scavenger

There is no other way to say it—I'll
have to be quiet now.

How we lived like wolves, miserable
for each other, desperate.

Where does love go when finished?
Under the moonlight, half-starved—

you were enough for you.
I'll scavenge for your scent

on my pillow, I'll take

what I can get.

more ink by me

tattoos I've done recently

The last photo is a sketch of the tattoo I'm doing on Sunday. I'm really excited about it--my first tramp stamp! But a custom-designed tramp stamp is nothing to huff at, now is it?

how do I get that dumb slideshow to work, anyway? idiot thing.

everybody's doing it

so I started a blog too, dammit.