Please exist forever, Darling-
Ha,

I know you will.
…Do it near.

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I feel the cold stone beneath my toes,
and I feel I exist outside of me,

on the surface of this body they’ll label
Lydia and point to once I’m dead.

My eyes close. I stare at my eyelids,
and now I feel I’m inside of me—

Oh, help! Please, someone,
get me out!

I inside and outside of me…
Is me my body? Then who am I?

Me might be nothing, for that’s what I see
every single time I blink.Read More »

My body talks. Does yours speak the same language?
I tell mine to stay silent just in case.
I do not sit in your chair, or rest my head
on your leg, or let you stroke my hair.
I do not tip my face
onto your cheek:
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Aware. Silent communication. Glance.

Always see
where the pupils don’t gaze.

Meet. Match. Convey.
Look away. Smile.

Connect. Click. Chemistry.
Know.

Recognize.

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 »