Carefree, seeking pleasure, full of hormones,
bent on banter. Crashing towards, orbiting,
or straddling our fuel—no center. What
is gravity? Can’t hold us down, or back. Just
Tag: poetry
Variety Assigned
The schoolmaster shoved a smorgasbord
of poems down our throats, so that we would know
that poems can be anything so poems can be good,
even possible. But I’ve swallowed too many
Dance (Trans Day of Remembrance 2022)
I’m not sure if I want to understand hatred—
murders on the eve of a day for remembering the dead.
Closing the Circle
The first time they fired the gun that lives inside my chest,
you stopped the bleeding—
almost like you loved me
or had ulterior motive.
Signatures at the Potluck
There’s nothing better than the best holiday dish,
and nothing worse than the best dish prepared badly.
Our matriarch was never much for traditions,
more one for meeting everybody’s shifting needs.
Extra
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
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
Alphabet Ravine 