quinnWhisper

American
Sort
FredadDid I see you through the imaginary lenses again that day? / In your too big Nike’s, dragging an old tattered suitcase ready to quit long before you’d even contemplate letting up / Inside a crumpled map and a few shirts that stunk of the dead fish up the creek they’d been cleaned in
13
Jul 11, 2019
Creswellwho's to say there's no beauty in sagging mossy roofs on moldy double wides? / old chevy's in the front yard with the wires eaten out by the rats that steal the cherries off of your forgotten childhood tree / we wonder aloud whether we should be more afraid of the squatters or the red necks toting shotguns at the end of the road, followed immediately by musings of this being the perfect place to have babies
6
Dec 29, 2018
shamehow do I love a family that failed to protect me? / a mother who refuses to advocate and stand up for me because she’s so entrenched in patriarchy that she can’t imagine holding her son accountable / a father who taught us every day that violence, manipulation, and fear were useful tools against the ones you love
8
Sep 30, 2018
jet lagthe difficulty with remaining shrouded / comes in direct opposition to the desire to be seen / I won’t be defined by subjection to outsider’s projection of self,
5
Sep 2, 2018
hindsightsuicide has a way of leaving a wake of potential saviors behind it / the kind of folks who've got all the right words and silent holding of space / who've been through it too and are happy to sit in solidarity for as long as it takes
7
Mar 14, 2018
head firsthe strums downstairs, / remnants of childhood and / forevermore colliding
10
Mar 8, 2018
reflectthe stars shone brightly, / each pin ***** of light / illuminating a piece of me
7
Jan 23, 2018
shifttransience became a perpetual state in december / unpack one suitcase directly into another, / forget a brush and lose those perfect-fit jeans,
16
Jan 17, 2018
the seedsi walked in the palm of my father's hands, / uncomfortable under his gaze / i cut the strings long ago, but
15
Jan 16, 2018
the little thingssometimes we celebrate / learning to press tofu / and sleeping warm
12
Jan 9, 2018
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write