poetry

fists

I am kicking the sticks out of the gravel path And tripping in my high heeled boots You are trying to take my hand And I am letting you Our thoughts are...

Dear Idealism

Dear Idealism, I thought you died that time. It was the way she said (        ), the look, the gesture, the inescapable what if. How do you feel no...

New Moon Warranty

If moons aren't planets But magma satellites And each lunar month A new one's guaranteed, Why are we on your couch Watching ancient episodes Of FRIEND...

Thinking Ahead

I plan our break-up before we have our first kiss. It’s as if I am yearning for  someone to hurt me before they love me. Whip out the chain and slash me  acro...