poetry Eye’m so Hungry 12 Sep 202013 Sep 2020 To beSeenBy youAgain. I wouldGiveAlmostAnything Just toGazeAt youBriefly. Our gazesWere AlwaysLike touches. —- The intimacyBetween usIs a palpableThing. —- Though Cocooned Behind lids Now, EventuallyOur I’s willburstThrough To lightAgain, born…
poetry Consider me 30 Aug 20203 Sep 2020 The CrypticKeeper. Search for My thinly veiledConcubineOf syllabicSilhouettes. In AnyLanguage, they LoungeThe same- -Just here. —- Men loveto tinkerWith you As ifYou’reNot there. They wantYou toBe thereFor it; DisplayingNo partOf…
poetry I wish you would 26 Jul 20209 Aug 2020 EmbodyMy contradictions. Return meto Myself, The oneYou bring With you. — Until FurtherNotice, I aman anvil Too heavyTo carry For even TheStrongestman. —————- "I shall commit my thoughts to paper,…
poetry Imagery of PerMANent Residence 8 Jul 202011 Aug 2020 All theHorribleMen stillLive insideMy brain. They’re quietTenantsMostOf the time, Though, Occasionally, TheyLike toMakeThemselvesKnown in me. TheyWill notBe silenced. — It starts outSlow “Remember me?” But soon,They sprawlAnd climbMolestingThe spaces They’vemarkedIn…
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 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 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 The Man-Ager 13 Mar 201913 Mar 2019 Hung His own sign: “Self-Banned From Dreamland” Too drunk To remember Directions Of Minds eye to Get there; Adding REM To list Of places Too deep In the thick, he’d…
