My name is Myra.
22 years old.
From Pasadena, California
(pictures of me tagged "myreezy", things i write tagged "myreezy writes")
They say he killed himself, but it was a hit. The official story didn’t match up.
i wanted to write a poem that rhymes, but the revolution doesn’t lend itself to be-bopping…so i thought again and it occurred to me maybe i shouldn’t write at all, but clean my gun and check my kerosene supply. perhaps these are not poetic times at all.