The Skin I’m In, Loved and Lost
I love crying crying crying.
I love that I’ve put so more effort into this than I thought.
I love the depreciating value of my pussy.
I love that I was so dumb to believe a horny 18-year-old boy.
Category: Poetry
Sunflowers and Sticky Tape (some years ago)
We built a house out of a dream 10 minutes turned into a life of sunflowers and wooden porches and Etta James and Ella Fitzgerald and thrift stores with old record players and bread makers and a light bulb on a string over the kitchen sink and a couple in Read more
The Anatomy of a Break-Up
Panic flight illuminated by lines of city street lights cries out in the night, gunned down, violent massacres an anchor weight around society’s neck. Controlled chaos – a death here and death there, no one really stops to stare, not for too long these days. Own to an “It could Read more
Unhappy Girl
The hot, humid morning of July woke her up. The cool sheets couldn’t contain the fire inside her body A familiar sensation she’d thought had vanished regained momentum in the monotony of her life. “I can’t get up, I can’t face it” She was the product of an unsatisfactory life. Read more
Memories
Memories Handwritten letters Each tell the story of our lives. Once with fresh ink, Now dried and faded Some to be kept folded in our pockets While Others are locked away in a keepsake box Friendships Love and heartache Loss and grief Sorrow and hope All tucked away, creases marking Read more
Last Winter Break
Last winter break she was broken and white, like salt on mahogany; spilled and unused. Around the corners of her mouth she sees fire slowly melting it’s way this time around and molding her into gold. But she’s a pearl, she’s a diamond and she screams because she doesn’t want Read more