Poetry

FIVE POEMS

The Pros of Smashing My Phone Right Now   My mom wouldn’t be able to call asking for money and I wouldn’t have to deal with the emotional strai...

Four Love Poems

the life & death of an arborist  a nectarine hyperaware of its pit worried that the bites i’ve taken have already been much too big that my jaw is sti...

Wednesdays

How are you today? How’s your self care? Shut the fuck up you fucking bureaucrat Even if you did give a shit I wouldn’t give a shit that you give a shit Don...

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After two weeks of thinking minimalist, talking minimalist, breathing   minimalist(!) I dream of buying groceries   in a superstore, cart loaded beyond c...

you and i

preferably able to be summed up with some sort of  dramatic metaphor. something like - falling in love with you was like being hit by an ambulance - or somethin...

Cool Kids

Having anxiety isn’t cool like being bipolar, and you don’t get bumper sticker slogans scribbled with advice about life.   You don’t get to wri...

I’m Afraid

it’s 1:05 am on a work night and i’m afraid to write a poem. i’m afraid of finding out the version of me who worries about it being 1:05 am on a work night ...

The Beard

My wife wears a beard made of goat hair. She is only putting the false one on until she can grow a beard herself. When we walk to the twenty-four-seven, she twi...

pov

i was a part of that birdhouse the one that matched the green shutters and fed all of the hummingbirds. do you know the one too? i was a part of tha...

dish soap

love sticks to the tongue like peanut butter.  like orbit-confined earth.  like a dog straining against her leash.  like left swipers’ thumb cramping.  like lea...

removed

The last time we ate takeout on your bed we watched old Hills episodes before Heidi’s plastic surgery What followed was a summer in which you got really into po...

The Pall

I was supposed to have been there for you, a specter standing fringe-like in the pall. I am not alone in this absence, yet I still long to be a part, to be a...