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Category Archives: Poetry
If, at some point, the day comes without the sun, how will you curse it by name? your face holds your tears in place. Without it, how would I know if rain had not fallen in the night or that … Continue reading
Frame the mess In a tricycle grace And teach it to kill pikes With chalkboard teeth. My toes soak in sawgrass tea To prove a point to you – I stand on one leg, And eat the cakes of Your … Continue reading
The woman who replaced me in your bed wrote a poem about the time she pressed her body against your back. The dolphin she carried fluttered within its membrane and swam to you, tattooing “Daddy” with tiny flippers onto the … Continue reading
some grow eggplant, parsley and mint. Many gardens have become burial grounds because there isn’t room anywhere else to bury dead bodies after four years of war. But if the alternative is starving to death, you might not mind eating … Continue reading
I’m inclined to consume, to cover you in fog, A Kevlar vest, to hide what innocence is left. The waves are quiet. Dead, maybe. Come closer, my secret has a secret to tell you. Where will tomorrow go? And will … Continue reading
The good things start with O: oxycodone, ovenbirds, oxygen, Omar from The Wire, orgasms, often, only, our. Occasionally, orifices. The first moment you walk into a room. Or, that time you did that thing with your tongue and I forgot … Continue reading