Postcard from the Last Time You Walked Out
This poem comes from an assignment in my first college creative writing course: we were to write a "postcard" poem, inspired by the work...
Is It Still Accidental if I Pull the Alarm?
here you are, counting the tiles on my bathroom floor and here I am, letting the water run so cold it burns and the water from my hair...
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what do i know of sacrifice that isn’t watching your hands move from across the room towards a body that isn’t mine? the magic of you in...
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i have never seen as much blood as the first time you said “i love you.” oh god, touch me with those hands and let me show you how every...
Infinity Tangles
I can only define silence in terms of evergreen and bile. I will always want to know how I am going to die. so maybe the clearing is a...
This is a Drum Solo
two people keep making eye contact across a room one of them is in love, the other is dead and the middleman wants fifteen percent of all...
The Oven Bird (Titled After Robert Frost)
stomach swollen with hands covered in well water, here is your denial. yellow paper yellow teeth yellow wall we all wish it was prettier...
Police Tape
POLICE TAPE DO NOT CROSS worn like a chastity belt every time a hand dips too low across the hollow of your hipbones and he still says...
ATM Isn't an Acronym
she smiles and you should tell her you love her but let’s pretend your mouth is wired shut. you’re very good at pretending. you don’t...
Here Lies Google
the bathroom stall ends it. who knew. “what if someone is your soulmate but you aren’t theirs?” in purple Sharpie just above eye level....
