Bellow

TheyHanded usGypsies, too Their WhiteClay bowl. — Shrunk usDown, satUs all inside, Cold, andSaid, “ThisIs who you HaveAlwaysBeen.” —- We, too,Knew…Better… We areTheGeysers. WeareLife Ascending. Darks,Grays,Tans InBloom. We raiseUp IntoOurselves. — Theydidn’tCalculate Our wombsOnly knowTo create,Freely. — WebreatheIn Truths. MaskOurselves, FromTheirLies. — WeFillOurSelves, Un-Contain-ableLives, Bellowing OutSideColdCeramic. Continue reading Bellow

Growing from concrete

TheyAskedMe…. “Whatam IdoingHere?” — I SprungFrom aPatch ofHard earth. How dida BeautifulThing Growin Materials So Coarse &Unforgiving. — I BloomFor you inMy Body. —- After manyStagesOf Growth, My petals, [Blossom From ModifiedLeaves] EncaseBrightlyColoredShadesOf Blush. — I curlMy petalsFor you; BloomingTowardsYour sun. — I haveSwayedIn placeTo learn My ownBotanyOf futureSight. — Like leavesIn the rain, The cards Spill allYourSecrets. They drip outUnder myndEyes, lockedDown asleep. —- … Continue reading Growing from concrete

It took me

A long timeTo realizeI wasFantasizingAbout aTouchJust out-Side theScene. —- The lingerToo long, A tiltOf theWrist. Place-Ment ofThe handOn theirThigh thatTriggeredMy pulse. —- We onlyKnowWhat weKnow, andThe pornsights areGreat liars. — The key-Words wereNever madeFor me toFind thePleasureTaking placeOff screen Hidden safelyAway fromPrying maleEyes & ears. ——————— Continue reading It took me

Final sale

At the endOf the day You wereAlways aLove put onBack order. EmotionallyUnavailable, WrappingYourselfPretty forMy PretendPurchase. —- I took youInto theDigitalDressingRoom, & triedYou onFor size. [“AugmentOur realityWith me, bb.”] —- You were agar—men-t I Visualized WrappedAroundThe BodyOf My life, Not justOn one FingerTo twirl areminder on, returning youBack to sender. —- I wantedTo TasteEvery candyInside theVariety-Pack of yourRag-tagChocolateyInsides, that You Kept 1Hand Over, remainingClosed to me. … Continue reading Final sale

The half-dead Parasite is Codependent.

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 of HimAre still withHer, But luckily,He foundYou Now…”. ——- He spitsHimself Into your mouth,So Delicately. “He couldn’tPossiblyBe harmful,” You’ll thinkTo yourself… But, therehe goes; DiggingIn yourdermis. ———— Don’t foolYourself, He won’tHesitate To SwimRound yourRespirateThoughtless; setting … Continue reading The half-dead Parasite is Codependent.

Tell Me In The Streets

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 of boredom and spite, we decided to rebuild. — we climbed down into rubble pit of that “us”. two hoarders sorting through desolate pieces kept “just in case we might need our ‘We’ one day.” … Continue reading Tell Me In The Streets