Category: Poetry

Sometimes it’s easier not to run away from a parade of women with eyes wider than perms. Arms stretched out—reaching for your hair. A mis-aired episode of the walking dead. Palazzo pants thwap, radiating the sound of corduroy through the interior hostility of an outlet mall. Reading chains jingle against chunky pink frames. Clink. Clink. Read More …

I am baptized in the cold waters of disorder and self-loathing. I am entrapped by white marble and empty pews. Boisterous voices give lucid visions of bodily temples. A place for respect and honor. A place to keep modest and holy. A place to keep hollow—and so I did. 2 Through abstinence and purity rings, Read More …

my parents haven’t heard the news; their youngest daughter has died they mistake me for Her i haven’t found the heart to tell them, so i take on Her mantle i sleep in Her bed i wear Her clothes Her name becomes my own as i look into the dusty bathroom mirror i remind myself Read More …

the sun rays my back the water on the dock glitters bake i stretch out it hurries waving at me a mallard duck neck long and emerald green to its family cries out wait up it yells i can hear something in the cool waters the siren’s song her voice like milk chocolate deeper harder Read More …

“don’t cry over spilled milk” but what if the milk was the only thing i had to look forward to what if the milk puddled on the ground was just one of a dozen other bottles spilled “don’t cry over spilled milk” you tell me as you remove the milk from the fridge and pour Read More …

i step out into the storm clutching my phone the wind feels like thorns it freezes my bones clutching my phone i go to check the news it freezes my bones everything is screwed i go to check the news even though my hands are sore everything is screwed all i see is war even Read More …

i close my eyes feel myself being pushed and pulled rocked back and forth from the immense power of the waves i stomach it for some time but the nauseating feeling makes me open my eyes only to discover that i’ve sunk deeper and deeper the pressure weighing down on my lungs i try to Read More …

Lightning bugs and fireflies Lighting up the midnight sky Flying high, flying low In the evening moonlight glow In the morning, wondering where they go I walked this path many times before In the sunshine But now I walk at night with the dog My mind races, my steps hasten The route is dark, the Read More …

Ten friends are in the room but it feels like just two, Nine drinks and I’ve had too much but that doesn’t stop you, Eight steps from my room to yours only in my shirt, Seven kisses on my neck and I can hardly remember, Six times I begged to go your arms held me Read More …

Aunt Jackie is called the strange one of the family. She likes ornate furniture covered in stained plastic sheets and Michael Jackson’s greatest hits on repeat. Cheeky wax faces hang on her kitchen walls, Their lips parted into little Ohs, wicks slithering out like tongues. Aunt Jackie dotes on her daughter’s every need, Removing the Read More …