poetry Beepbeep 11 Aug 202011 Aug 2020 I’m watching“Garden State” For theFirst time Since 14 BecauseIt seems likeThe mostMillennialResponse To yourMom havingJust Died. —- EarlierI was Eating aChocolate bar And rememberedThat When I was 12,And Igot myFirst…
poetry Grieving 26 Jun 202026 Jun 2020 Gives you So manyPlacesTo sit AndLie down You neverWould have ConsideredBefore. —- The floorIs the oysterAnd youAre the pearl. Lounge inYour DevelopingOpaquenessOf mourning All morning. —- Let theStill MonotonyMonopolizeYourEvery pause.…
poetry The Lockdown me-Tea-Oh-rights 21 Apr 202014 Jul 2020 Hit me hard tonight. They came C r a s hInGIn on me. I needed a Capsized Feel-Thing To conTrAsT This Cyclical Mundanity: ShiftingT and what-herRound&Round For days; I pour…
poetry My heart Is a full Glass. 28 Mar 201928 Mar 2019 I pour Over me, attempt To empty Myself. Laid on My Side The sad overflows my rib cage; Suffocating And stifling breathe. My limbs, Heavily strewn Channels Streamed Across my…
poetry Beware 13 Mar 201913 Mar 2019 The Ones Who have Never Loved themselves The way They've loved Someone else. And then, Please Love them Anyway. ----- https://open.spotify.com/track/4aCnN8VmKVqX4PnSB1Ie07?si=Ze4fyjjwSXmhp_kBU7y2oA
poetry What Year Is It? 3 Sep 20174 Sep 2017 your absence hungout with me all weekend. turned my blood to spicy bloody marys, burned me like the sun did. I am the lobster. -- asking the amputated limb if…
poetry A Rippin & A Tearin 13 Aug 201713 Mar 2019 My mother is dying. so I bite off my lips for not speaking, my fingers bloody for not reaching out more; drink the organs she gave me stripped and fatty.…
poetry Levi 11 Aug 201713 Mar 2019 today's the birthday of this dead vegan guy I met in 2011 at this hookah bar the modern post. he was great; Full of life, but seemed so depressed. His…
poetry “the Type” 8 Aug 201713 Mar 2019 in that diner booth at god knows what time he asked me, "Have you ever slit your wrists?" --five times. Maybe it was the booze; or Maybe I just look…
poetry Broken Air Bags 24 Jul 201713 Mar 2019 My mothers lungs have transformed into sponge'd glass slowly Filling themselves; Accumulating In their bottoms. suffocation Slowly creeps Up her vines where air used to live. it did go in…
