poetry The Lockdown me-Tea-or-its 21 Apr 202022 Apr 2020 Hit me hard tonight. They came C r a s hInGIn on me. I needed a CapsizedFeel-Thing To conTrasT This Cyclical Mundanity: ShiftingT and w[h]at-[h]erRound&Round For days; I pour…
poetry Like a Fine Wine 19 Apr 202021 Apr 2020 LoveThat’sNever beenTasted Is [Probably]Still Delicious. Meanwhile, You can: Pass theBottle BackAndForth, MaybePierce theCork; Even, [light gasp]Open it.. ..For aLittle. Enjoy your SweetA-roma LikeIt’s theOnly thingYou have. Share Your EmptyGlasses. Make…
poetry The half-dead Parasite is Codependent. 25 Mar 202025 Mar 2020 If you knewwhat’s goodfor ya You’d Coveryour Eyes,Mouth,and Ears, WashYourHands, And StaySixFeetA Part; Cause,baby, He’llrob yerYears. ———— IncaseYou wereWondering, “His last‘Girlfriend’ Was like,‘Totally crazy...’”; “She,‘That Bitch’Even Tried toKill Him! Parts…
poetry Perhaps 13 Jan 202022 Apr 2020 Make it Nothing at all. Scrape Me out, Cleanse My Procedural palette. Make it Palatable For the Population, Blandness Is P-P-Preferable. Perforate All plans Platonically. Promise playfulness, but Pregnant with…
poetry Afterlife 12 Jan 202012 Jan 2020 I was And I wasn’t, Then. I Lied deep Inside me; Crawl Creep and Cry free. I die to Remind me. — I lived All The life I had, And…
poetry Once upon a time 13 Mar 201913 Mar 2019 alcoholism and codependency were imaginary best friends And that time was everyday since the dawn of time. alcoholism told codependency all of it's secrets. but no one knew if codependency…
poetry You are.. 24 Dec 201713 Mar 2019 dead to me like: fallen leaves in winter, pupper lying/ laying on it's back, polar bears hibernating, mimic octupi when predators lurk by; which is to say, you are not…
poetry “You” is to “i” as “the” is to “My” 7 Nov 201713 Mar 2019 i've almost forgotten what it feels like to fall asleep on your back and not be afraid you drank too much you could throw up. i use you’s like a…
poetry Petty People 21 Oct 2017 The truly Petty people do not admit they are petty. they say they are deleting your number from everywhere and they do it. they say they have deleted every last…
poetry He was fun like.. 13 Sep 201713 Mar 2019 mistaking fiber glass insulation for cotton candy; tore up my insides, but i developed a taste.
