a poem about chronic pain (inside and out) — Sometimes, I think, if I just lay still enough, quiet , motionless , the pain won’t find me where I sleep. Well , external pain (of course). Inside, I’ll forever be an empty echo clanking about a steel hall. I’ll always feel it rushing out, redacted, like a breath, lost in a vacuum. Depression is a wiry, black hound that…

I know every crook of your body like its one I’ve long shared every smile you offer the way your lips tilt But the words coming from your mouth are sounds I do not recognize like you have been possessed by something other than yourself like my knowing you was a vivid dream and now I am waking to find my life was…

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a poem — trauma can be a tiny thing a sly thing that lurks in shadows unrecognized by the consciousness of mind, it can have the power to sneak up on you when you find yourself in the dark, small room with the lamp turned down, shadows reach out and scratch the seams of you. I never realized the grasp of its…

a poem — Your almond eyes are like moons, new for the next cycle, I call you “suave” and your smile brightens I call you “sexy” and you kiss from your hips, girl of dusk, girl of moon dust and twilight, take me to your sheets where each of the stars knows you by name, where fairies and angels pulled ribbons of…

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A poem — He’s sitting next to me and I wonder if he knows that I touched myself to the thought of him earlier, in my bed, bath of afternoon sun Porch rocking chairs, we are talking about art and imperfections, sublimity in imposed flaws We talk about time and its relativity How a moment with him is never long enough…

a prose poem — It’s like, at the beginning of a relationship, you can’t wait to gather months under your belt as if an allotted amount of time validates your connection. Like, yeah, we’ve been dating for three years *listener nods their head in recognition of the commitment*. But, at the same time, you…

A poem — We are talking, spinning in circles there are candles burning, the rock lamp is on, mood lighting. I am wearing your favorite shirt; thin, flowing. You say you like best the shirts that act as a bare veil between world and nipple. I am wearing your favorite perfume; sweet, sensual, a touch of pepper. It’s our way of speaking: hands in motion, waving. We…