poem

Womb – A Poem

“Do not mistake our places of creation for your labyrinths of ways to escape yourself”

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ENTRY 4

Finger the fear out of me, I’m longing for your ease.

Intent

I want to be touched with good intention, trying too hard to make you not want me. Not putting forth …

The Reality of The Season

Summer legs that see more long grass and fence spokes than sun. More cool water stolen and sliding down shivering stomachs …

Having a Hole In Your Being

Sometimes it’s more that you’re missing the part of yourself that was taken when they left, rather than the thief …

Just An Outlet

You fuck her like your life source is running on low and leave her like you have somewhere to be.  …

The Type of Person

If you are the type of person who utters no when I ask to pick flowers from strangers gardens in …

Rising Change

You swear that if he stood in the West that’s where the sun would rise. Then you remember that you’re …

Caring For The Sky

I wonder if it’s difficult for the sun to rise every morning, if he has a routine of coffee or …

When Your Mouth Is Cold

You miss him. At 11PM when he’s laying beside you and you wait too long after eating ice cream to …

Selective Memory

Cut throat razors will remind me of you, like cut throat words remind you of me. I will remember yogurt …

These Are Not Artists

Inside out. Smeared on walls, canvas, journals. A bloody piece of “art”. Not red but black and blue. Inconsistent and …