Of Seaweed and Toothpaste

I said a prayer in the shower. I covered my face with both of my hands and let the water fall on my hair. An evening baptismal In the same place I have ached and cried Since I was much smaller. My childhood home. I dried off. I lit four candles One for opportunity One... Continue Reading →

Yellow Cake with White Icing

When I grow up, I will make wishes And not tell anyone. Like when you blow the candles out on your birthday And keep the secret to yourself. I don’t know how to keep anything to myself. It always pours out of me like blood or vomit, Spilling everywhere and it’s messy, Falling into the... Continue Reading →

The Friday Night Train

In less than 2 hours I’m on another planet, Where mermaids walk on land And sugar is salty and sour, Where witches bask in the moonlight And offer you a taste of their homemade cigarettes, As they stare out into the middle of nothing Wishing their black hair would turn gray Like the ash that... Continue Reading →

Hard Seltzer

When the crystal broke I knew it was time to let go Time to do things differently To let toxic habits fade As their embers singed The pages of my diary When I heard the song That goes Oh Happy Day I envisioned in my mind How people die All the time and every day... Continue Reading →

Bee Sting

Trigger Warning: self harm, depression, animal violence   Once upon a time there was a girl, who watched the same sad movies over and over again, because she had already decided slitting her wrists was too messy and impractical. She didn’t like to listen to music, because pretty lyrics made her cry. And she cried... Continue Reading →

Grapefruit-Scented Face Wash

Feeling loss Is a natural release. It is sorrow that flows effortlessly. To lose people who were never really your friends, Is like exfoliating dead skin; There’s still a little trauma Where the new flesh is slightly red and tender From it happening so suddenly and a bit roughly and all at once. My world... Continue Reading →

Nothing is Too Much For You

I think about you, sweet brown baby. Your mother could have been one of my students. You are both cold and the ground is hard. A toothbrush would not have been too much. When you cough, Does your mother’s hand soothe your back, Or is it too stiff from aching with weariness? A pillow would... Continue Reading →

I Am the Best Boyfriend for Myself

What does solitude look like? It looks like bluish gray fog in the early evening outside, And a pink lightbulb in an empty bedroom inside. It looks like a 6-year old cat slowly blinking at you only one time. What does solitude taste like? It tastes like a cup of black tea with vanilla soy... Continue Reading →

Things I Could Have Written

I could write a song about the tip of your cigarette glowing red in the dark on the first evening of summer. But when I put the pen to paper, I forget everything, Other than the feeling of how my heart stops when you stare at me a little longer Than how friends are supposed... Continue Reading →

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