you were the sailor
You were the sailor That I lost at sea I would look for you I’d keep the lighthouse on In case your ship ever found its way Home I would...
Loneliness Exists on a Spectrum
Yellow loneliness is first experienced in the carved flower soaps in every grandmother’s bathroom. Yellow loneliness is most commonly...
Voicemail
He was, on Tuesday, the only one who could break, break and crash, crash through my solid brick walls that built up every time something...
An Ode to Taking my Glasses On and Off
This is an ode to the fact that I will never have 20/20 vision but the witchcraft contained in two chunks of glass can take my 20/400 to—...
Untitled
I swear that it’s mine You can tell by how I spit it out with slime Like something gestated In my borrowed womb A cancerous wound At the...
Finals Week Blues
I want to walk into the ocean with my laptop in my arms and never return. Take a hammer, pull back, and wail on this dumb fucking...
Salem, 1693
I didn’t know how to waltz before I got here; now I think these steps are the only knowledge I have, save my love for you, my cindered...
My Many Deaths
There is a plague Inhabiting my mind It has been lingering For some time But now It has finally killed me With this a river starts to...
Sidewalks After Rain
Flies landing on dried out worms Left out too long after the rain The flies They swarm Tearing at its flesh Trying to taste the joy that...
Various Thoughts from the Front Porch Steps
Grey fog can conceal just about anything, every mountain peak and inch of sky, I asked you to kiss me once — rain flies down my face. The...








