Alex Zavala

I’m sorry, Alex

Photo by Alex Zavala By Alex Zavala With worry written on my wrists,  I stood in suits and surrendered sentences as clear to me as August sunshine but as clear to them as April mists All at once, my brain was revealed as nothing more than a prison,  I told them how I engraved pain… Continue reading I’m sorry, Alex

Driving Thoughts

Photo by Alex Zavala By Alex Zavala being stuck at the red light until the end of time is better than you think because you’re stuck in what happens before life begins, an uneventful brink dressed in your favorite clothes before the never-ending sweat stains, your anxious thoughts can’t leave the car and will never… Continue reading Driving Thoughts