Reece Butler : Writing

to my father.

to my father.

A Poem by Reece Butler


hyphenating.
mitochondria.

mitochondria.

A Poem by Reece Butler


The truth.
right now.

right now.

A Poem by Reece Butler


I am torn to pieces. I am angry, hurt, and betrayed.
locker combinations.

locker combinations.

A Poem by Reece Butler


Have you ever walked past someone and felt how dead the air between you was?
distance.

distance.

A Poem by Reece Butler


Why doesn’t he care? And (because he doesn’t) why do I care so much?
mexican food.

mexican food.

A Poem by Reece Butler


Fitting in with the prose poetry/love poem genre, this wannabe vague post refers to a young girl's limerence.