it’s summer and i am transcending my body.
by day my sweat falls
into the earth with the heat-pressed force
of raindrops of a monsoon.
by night my blood rises
into the moon with the strained hum
of a tide of mosquitoes.
my body it’s summer and transcending i am.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 4:55 AM UTC
how (w)horrific to be
marina wholly in
and (w)holily out
the dragon’s mouth.
marina warns what swallowing connotes.
isn’t this why agatha offers
her ******* like a double portion?
how did they swallow being swallowed?
and how did they convince the dragon
to declare them undevourable
without their qualities of flesh?
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 2:30 PM UTC
tracing the lines of poems
has taught me clairvoyance.
now i can flip the cards behind your hearts.
word tricks are math.
reading is the art.
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 1:51 PM UTC
love splits me open like a fairy nut:
from my chest flow forth
the honey and the gold
and my heart melts like a sword
like something that recalls
the taste of blood.
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 3:54 PM UTC
as her ladies paint
her blue blood on her lips
Cleopatra speaks:
“queens die like this:
with the theatrics
of the crowning ceremony
and the proud negligence
of the morning toilette:
the gods-awful magnificence
of a wrist-flick:
draw me my milk bath,
bring me my venom pills.”
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 1:07 PM UTC
it's raining again.
medusa's let down her hair:
strands of raindrops
slithering,
poison on armour.
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 4:02 PM UTC
my insides may curl up like sails in a storm
but my heart is the flag, unafraid to be torn.
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 2:40 PM UTC
to become immortal, you must devour
the gods. begin with the god of fear
and when the god of the nile
floods your heart's temple
lay your offerings underwater.
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 3:07 PM UTC
i think i might have a mole.
my teeth are dug out of their rows.
my tongue is pulled out at the root.
my nails are shriveled up thorns,
my wrists wilted bouquets of bones.
my ribs metal jaws which enclosed
something that bit off its foot.
my skull’s overturned,
seeds spilling out of the neck.
what is a corpse but a flower bed?
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 1:29 PM UTC
do not let them name you like they name the stars.
do not focus your brightness
on the tip of an eyelash
when your whole body is a hydrogen hive.
do not curl into a ball of light
when you can stretch and be a night sky.
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 9:29 AM UTC