Oh, she’s a lot,
though she’s not too much.
toxicant
screw you and i hate you, and claws that i retract midair,
profiles you use to psychoanalyze, your gaze and how
Help
Welcome to America, where the most convincing AI
is for spreading lies about politicians to donut shops
on the phone,
Gas Lit
To the canary trapped inside a cave,
the puzzle is the cage-
Ideal
Humidity fills the dark,
takes the baton and keeps me warm
while the sun sits the bench.
I run secret plays with the moon
Light Up
I’ve got cares as tainted as these muddy banks,
but you sift the tales I weave
through a sieve that filters out the rest and marvels at
Jolt
I’m a live wire. I’ve got points
that I make, so maybe
my words are claws that
dig in as my mind digs deeper.
Coming
Me and my synthesized psyche,
slowly split, slowly reconverged,
so quick to ensure the safe
connection that we need to survive,
Captioning the Photo
I’ve got all the things I’m supposed to say-
just buried beneath
Fairytale
Home, skipped with every symptom
known to fifth-grade-kind,
sick of every re-run
and trapped outside of storybooks,
what adventure could be better than emptying
the overflowing closet?
Even the sickest faker
would clean if they envisioned
a clubhouse in a 3 by 3 foot space
Alphabet Ravine 