poetry

ENTROPY

the mylar unicorn balloon juts out of my moodlighting lamp & won’t lose air sealed lips but the horn’s starting to sag it’s not sad it’s entropy how slowly t...

Silk

Sew me up with the silk of spiders before I am eaten alive. If I am exposed and the birds find me they will poke and prod until I come undone. But if I ...

5 Poems

ANOTHER POEM FOR MY NEW SECRET CRUSH   what a weird fucking day i almost got up the courage to shave / call you it probably rained all day i...

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...