November 24, 2024

unspoken

the sky is so cold but who are we to tell it otherwise we pollute our mouths and stream catalogs of colors of sin before our eyes picking mistakes and choosing our shortcomings from a […]

of my return

I am missing you numbers course through my veins dates and times I cannot forget no matter how many spoonfuls of sugar I swallow place cardboard cut-outs over my eyes, love maybe then I will […]

Pressing Flowers

I want to write a book of poems about each of my friends: the fierce blonde, the silver-streaked twins, a puff of poison sweet as sugar, an amber-eyed song lodged in my throat,   Billy […]

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