I
hardwood floors and earthquakes. share cracks. but hardwood floors can’t destroy cities. and you, my friend, are an earthquake.
II
i planted flowers in the cracks. not for beauty, but for forgetting.
III
all i see is yellow. and i cannot remember.
the sunflower grows from the crevice.
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 5:00 PM UTC
a splash of bleach in your coffee
clorox for cream
we like substitutes anyways
there’s no difference in extreme
milk the plants
and pretend
it helps
drink the disinfectant
to see how it felt
that’s what he said
to be a chair, to be a wall
atoms are atoms are nothing at all
so sip the citrus
and hope to survive
patience is a thing
we cannot contrive
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 3:13 PM UTC
to slow down time
we took acid
boiled water
and watched
we wanted more of the enigma
more ticking
but the water boiled too quick
morning was knocking at the door
and our tongues could no longer contain
the words
i love you
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 8:37 PM UTC
the desert rendered down
the fat
and it left
a liquefied sunrise
and pink eye
do not fall asleep before the camel breaks
for slipped disks and scoliosis
are a beacon of yellow light
do not milk the camel from your tainted eye
instead eat the suicide
drink it as a milkshake
take it, just take it
as a drug of empathy towards me
but you lack a throat
you cannot swallow
and I cannot breathe
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 1:01 AM UTC
i cannot wait to die
free myself from skin
sunscreen and subtitles
the conversation is repetitive
and your compliment is neither
kind nor informative
i cannot wait to be
without
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 7:39 AM UTC
i can taste claustrophobia
and it tastes like vanilla ice cream
white is not a color
but rather the lack there of
that is who i am
i am - everything but
the only temple i pray to
burns every summer
and my father made me into a snowflake
cold and melting
my mouth tastes like mothballs
a few times a day
maybe it means i'm dying
turning into an attic from the inside
i'm reminded
every time i say my name
i'm the illusion of a crayon box
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 7:34 AM UTC
face the jaw
the dark black
plaid taped to the wall isn't enough
to hide blue eyes
and trap door wells
insecurities in an international plug isn't enough
i just don't fit
come home
so i don't have to think
love is plaid upgraded to flannel
warmer on an atomic level
something fingertips feel
help me feel it, please
because i'm driving a manual
and i need a softer touch
i don't speak the language
but i was always a foreigner
so there isn't much difference in saying hello
and shifting
stop with the excuses
start to watch
with binoculars see who you come from
maybe the tension will pass
or maybe life is tension
a strong breath and a glass of red wine
home is here
home is near
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 4:51 AM UTC
let’s paint an intimate word
take our body of work and
slice it to pieces
little cubes of meat
i’ll make you a home cooked meal
if you eat my vibrations
tonight everything feels medium rare
sorry for the blood
it seeps through - sometimes it just wants
to be seen
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 12:56 AM UTC
I
i'm worried all the time
a constant need to check the earth
and my underbelly
to see if it's separating
but maybe it's just the planet moving
the hum drum continuum
or maybe it's my body recognizing
how breakable the universe is
II
so sometimes
i don't move
to save the earth from shattering
it's okay
you can depend on me
i know you're dizzy from the circles
infinity is a merry go round
and i am the sun
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 12:47 AM UTC