A kiss remembers; how tongues launched bodies into orbits of white nothing, milky ways of no worries, eyes shut beneath a river of twisting..
“I don’t usually do this” Your mumbled half-lie drops through the air alongside his belt. Eyes dart left, then right, then left, then right..
I wonder what rainbows feel like, what it tastes like having heaven on your lips. There is a rebirth that comes with the rains..
SEMINAL BLUES (Post conversation with death) “Dying / Is an art, like everything else.” -Sylvia Plath, “Lady Lazarus” Your words do not meet..
After Jennifer Perrine We do not want the hate, no ghost boys wandering about cities that should be home, no sticks calling..
still life with the evangelist have you heard the gospel? – did you know that birdsong..
I am furling like arcs of tendrils unknown. Perhaps it is the rhythm wafting from your country; or the way of waters, how they hold..
Dear, if you find this, we filled three notebooks with our abusers’ names and fed them to a stove. Still, they did not leave. Like..
Reflections In grade 8, my hand landed on the delicate parts of a classmate. This did not look anything like me: a well-behaved boy..
So the thing I want the most to do is ask Why Cleopatra’s Needle pierces history From Luxor to Paris, London and New York Why..
