At times, telling the truth requires
saying contradictory statements
until you are understood.Read More »

I want to curl up in the middle of wreckage
and fall
fast
asleep.

I don’t know why.

 

a decimated
a desolate
a ruin of a town

the ashes of a house

 

I want the wind to blow the dust
and my hair all over me.

 

I want to curl up in the middle of wreckage
and fall
fast,
fast asleep.

And I do not know why.

I grab my corpse by her hair and yank
her onto her feet, slam her into a tree,
‘til the bark cuts her back so she’s hanging thereRead More »

Light but firm
was the kiss of snow the sky gave
the dotted tops of all the brown and green.

Perhaps light firmness is seen instead of felt,
for my lips cannot recall receiving such a one.

What has impressed
upon these rose petals?
Other things-Read More »

Hopes are heavy. That’s why we say that we get them up.

And I know that it seems easy,
but adrenaline rises in a rush
to transfer energy and perpetuate movement
when you’re faced with something grand enough
to be worth lifting hopes.Read More »

I don’t walk around in euphoric affection-
I know I love my body because I love to know
my body.

Why it’s dry and when it bleeds, and if the seizures are going to stop,
what it likes to regulate towards.

My body knows what it’s doing; It has desires and needs.
I’ve faith in its imploring eyes, and it trusts me to oblige.

This is what I love most:Read More »

From snow, some strong leaves
would not fall. For new buds though,
the strongest will leap.

I know about happiness; we’ve met.
We just don’t get alone time—
anxiety’s name is , but. I don’t do simple sentences.

I know anxiety so well that I don’t have to see its face—
no matter how fast I spin, it’s always a hair’s breadth from my sight.

But I know it’s there. It breathes down the right side of my neck.
It’s got a chokehold. And trust me—when you’re that intimate with somebody else,Read More »

I’m into definitions today,
because I couldn’t have spelled out before
how tonic involves emotional connotations
of certain notes combined,Read More »

We all stand
on the same polka dotted mat.

You stomp the colored spots
like they’re disco-balls. You’re effortless,
the game’s commands flowing through
your veins. Your instinct: Graceful dance.

I start
with the center,
but one spot cannot hold two limbs!
So all that comes next
is a jumble-Read More »