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 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 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 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 Tell Me In The Streets 25 Oct 201713 Mar 2019 missing is honest. a week ago, only miles away we were untravelable. — after cataclysm, we sat down across my table [strategically]; acknowledging our broken infrastructure. having only been dismantled…
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.
