Untitled The morning after I tore out my eye I ate a kiwi for breakfast, Cast my body in turquoise And gauzed on my favorite tights Despite being threadbare At the inner thighs. I walked the streets Listened to old music Went underground Engaged in idle conversation Parted Unsubmerged myself Took a walk Took an […]
Untitled This just in: I’m not dead, So, Spare me your condolences. Last I checked, My reflection was unchanged: Brown hair, streaked red Skin, gently aging Eyes bright, still green Funky glasses, sometimes. Not a zombie smile in sight. So, why the long face? I’m not dead, So, Spare me your condolences. And put down […]
Awake You came alive for me again in a dream, Of all places, Among flashbacks Flashes on the screen A black blog background Teeming With text Saying you miss me And images Swimming Alive again As I struggled with my uniform Before the other girls Recently informed I didn’t qualify To join them- My dress? […]
Dream Poem As we creaked across the shaky dock, I pondered whether the fish under our feet were carnivorous. Dangerous or no, I was sure, at least Of their oblivion to general decay. And like the fish, we wandered among the three-walled palafittes Battered beyond seaworthiness, Hawking renditions of “passing time” Until suddenly we found […]
Going to try something a little more streamlined, and see how that works. So far, I like it. 🙂
I also had big dreams for myself.
As a child, I’d sit by the window on rainy days, staring outside until the trees looked like veins across the sky. In that blur, I envisioned the best “me” a seven year old could:
All I wanted, was to be heard. It still hurts, to hear you miss me, you know. Even though You pushed me away Even though You called me a liar Even though You were the one Who called me a coward, And closed the door. Or maybe, That’s why it hurts to begin with. I […]
Sometimes stereotypically tortured artists like to have fun, too. 🙂
The pretty girls float by Like mythical creatures Wrapped in swirling fabrics. They finish the picture with a pearl earring And crown themselves in the affections of others Who gather to gaze at the spectacle Behind the glass. Inaccessible, To all but the elderly curator Who, in the loneliness of after hours Removes their clothing […]
I want you to hit me. I want you to hit me so hard, it leaves a mark, knocks the wind out of me, throws me flat on my back. Â Because I can deal with that. I know what that’s like, I know how long the sting lasts. I know how long it takes before […]
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