Poetry

Home

Home

A fairytale this thing called home: a shrine they keep that you’ve outgrown. They lure you back, a feast, homemade, with sugar cookies, wine, board games replayed to your childhood soundtrack. You learn it from the TV shows. Details, menus unique;…

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Waves

Waves

Another wave hits the shore. It scrapes the sand and I think that perhaps it’s wanting to be home. My mother always used to tell me that sometimes somethings that are a part of something don’t feel at home in the…

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Gin Fizzy

Gin Fizzy

Smooth when your fingers run up my thighs even if there are little callouses on the tips The kiss of death from steel acoustic strings butterfly wings as your eyes meet mine our hearts beating out of tune sadly it’s the…

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Distillation

Distillation

20 drops per minute. Until the liquid turned vapor leaves a residue so intoxicatingly flammable, everything smells like risk. She said, let’s create a vessel. Let’s create an apparatus. Let’s slow the process, no need for this hemorrhage of light. We…

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