Sometimes I would like to be a hero-
Clean-handed, showing up,
averting eyes while all the villains
fall on their own swords.
(After I stare morbidly
while my beloved bargaining chips cry.)
Tag: poetry
Secret
I hung the skeleton on the outside of the closet.
Funnily enough, the skeleton looked like me.
Collide
I love you with
all the relaxation
in my shoulders
as your lats
Cavern
Cedar and birch drift beneath stone arch,
carrying you, carrying me, like the aliens we are
through black hole into universe unknown.
Crop Tops and Claws
They’ll spit the word “fashion”,
as though what they’re trying to vomit out
isn’t un-silenced, honest expression.
They’ll tell you how to dress, as though
they’re not saying how to feel.
They’ll condemn all impermanence,
as though phases aren’t actually stages
Together
If I love you and you love me,
we both I Love You, even as
we flip each other’s pronouns ’round,
100
old words, new ways
different chapter, same change
always some cents short
hazel
mosaic around irises,
glowing between eyelashes
green, gold, yellow, and brown,
like fresh leaves on autumn ground
each glance I give:
my heart’s footprints
Legends
A.
What makes a monster?
Whether having hooves or claws?
Or the mere look in their eyes?
The story’s been told. Heroes know
what becomes of monsters.
Nobody wants to believe
that humans are monstrous.
B.
When you sink your teeth into my soul,
my emotions
haunt me like ghosts-
Wounds alive,
invisible
to those who don’t believe
in magic,
on a loop,
tangible,
Must Be Fear (F.L.’s Song)
Your irises always sing an aqua harmony,
but I don’t see their shades, when you
sit me down to hear your tale.
If the tension in the air is any clue, there must be fear dancing
in the wrinkles around your eyes,
but I am trying to count colors. I focus to discern.
You murmur that you’re happy, glancing down and to the right.
Your pupil floats like a fish.
I hope I look like an angel.
“They always say these conversations are hard, but-“
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