The World

DesensitizedMe….but myNerves grewBack to feel-|————-You. — This blush?Au natural. My skinCannotBe StoreBought. — I am aCorrection. A Redpen MarkingDown Test-a-men-t. —- We are anIncomplete, But, of,Course. — ClimateCry-sis—me—A river. — I am——A Once Dead—ChristianNightmare, Inquisitive,And queer. — Commod-I[high]fiy-Ve me, bb. Use meLike aSubject. Continue reading The World


You openedMy imagingChamber—-———-door. —- I live inSolitaryCon-fine——Ment, expressingMeans, orResults,From anAction. —- Diss-er-tate Me. DiscussMe as aSubjectFully, andLearnedly. —- I told youI lived andDied manyLives, butYou didn’tBelieve me. —- Handlink—-me—-,Hologram. I amabout to_______Quantum|——-Leap. Continue reading Handlink

How to fall out of love with someone if they repeat your own poetry back to you…

1. You canNot. You are Irreparably In love now. —- 2. Make —A— “To Do” List of Not—- Loving -Them. Note every Minor Qualm, Catastrophizing Their Humanness. —- 3. Chalk up your Chemistry to Coincidence. “They,& youCOULD—-Be—-Anyone.” —- 4. Move far, Far Away. Wear Physical Distance From them, Like a Tailored Suit, Fashioning Your Home- made, Homicided ———“We”. ———————- Continue reading How to fall out of love with someone if they repeat your own poetry back to you…


TheWaterHit myTeethLiketin Foil. — I amOrgans-isming. HandsOverFists Full ofStatic. — “I justDon’tFeelGood,” UsedTo Be aReason OnlyGoodEnough ForAnyone But me. — My sensesPour- andBe-trayedOur insides. AlexithymiaDisconnected The dotsBetweenMy lines. — My skinsTurn redIn alarm—-of—-Feelings I cannotCompute, OnlyShakeFree. — I haveBeen…Spite———Full. VisceralAnarchy. A fireIn me Refuses—Dormancy. — “It doesNot haveTo be——This way,” I scream IntoFutureSilence. WordsSaid for OtherPeople’sChildren. Continue reading Ism-ing

Dead leaves

blendin with Stillliving. — Dehydrated,And left toDie outside In HarshCold winter, They areAmongThe many We chooseTo unsee. — Theirleaves,Curl in, As if to hugThemselvesIn Ought-em, Lie structureDecomposed. — They, thethin andvalueless. Rake theLikes ofThem up,& jump in. Come, postAbout them. A ritual toMemorialize The state ofBeing longDead inside. Continue reading Dead leaves