poetry A/S/L? 30 May 202030 May 2020 One ofThe firstmostIntimateThings I recollectGrowing upWas onceI fell andScrapedMy kneeOn somepavement And thisNeighborhoodBoy Who I wasBest friends withAt the time Took meInto hisGarage, Pulled outHisFirst aid, And appliedA band-aidTo my…
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 There 22 Dec 201912 Jan 2020 She is The human Puzzle piece, Displaced From The rest Of the Region. What picture Does It make, She wonders, In her absence? Each time She visits, She Returns to…
poetry My Favorite Compliment 29 Oct 201929 Oct 2019 Is when Men Tell me, "Your Feminism Exhausts Me" Like I don't know The feeling. Like Anyone Asked To try A New exercise, Their body [Tired and slack; Bulging O…
poetry Today I did my dishes 4 Sep 20194 Sep 2019 but it felt like, Praxis. most of my life I've succumb to manthraxis: the ideological practice of men. -- In third grade a neighborhood boy sold me my first ever…
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…
