Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Don’t ask me why I didn’t run — against my cheek a silver gun. My sister’s sobs are all I hear, another gun inside that fear. Momentum only breaths and throbs. Don’t ask me why I got inside — a life at stake that isn’t mine. A gunpoint push becomes Read more
(for You, Caroline Kepnes) Confession is a stack of books; such small hands offer closer looks: mine Paula Cox and Spaulding Gray — grad schoolgirl haul. My nipples peek outside to play. Shoebox apartment, windows wide, nude peepshow cuz you’re lurking outside. “I talk to strangers.” I tweet. Perform. My Read more
I’m in a corner of your mind. To mock, undress, to use unkind. Not about me much at all. Just recognize a knock- off Barbie doll. A pink plastic beauty, can I replace? I have that kind of fuck me face. Not angular enough to be name brand. Small town Read more