Wish i could pen you down
so some breathing thing
might someday read
the myth I couldn't
finish
come on...
Wish I could pin you to
your father
-'s favorite fever dream,
a prophecy
and karma...
Wish I could pin you on
some fiddy
wish
bones
i
broke
an honor...
Wish i could pin you like
a purple heart
across my real one
did you feel it?
Wish you could've
pinned me down
and taken what
you needed
to
be
free
of
me.
And I'll admit,
I've even wished
to pin you down
and ask you why
you didn't
except...
you did,
hm?
(you've a lot to teach
this breathing thing)
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 9:18 PM UTC
No wonder each tickle is seismic
There are mountains in your fingerprints
Tiny topographic maps
I want to sculpt a range of them
All peaks, plateaus and lowest points
All jades and pines and shades of you
And epoxy brooks will pool
Where swirls of myself etch the plaster
For if I touch you,
I thirst to water you
I thirst to water you
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 2:23 AM UTC
Mon bijou,
I don't need a diamond
When I could build an island
From all the pebbles you remove
From my shoes
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 2:13 AM UTC
I clasp the chrome chain of the
white choker he bought me
This might be the most bridal I'll
ever appear
Still he swore to show me I am beautiful
enough
And a hard copy of the clinic results
And how to inhale angel dust
Sniff once, look up, then again
Into my lungs, let it drip down my throat
I could make little rows on his chest
if I want
Little lines I never thought I'd cross
God they go on and on and on and on
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 11:43 PM UTC
And therefore?
Your eyes are marble
Your heart's a boulder
You saw Medusa in the curtains
I believe you
Nonetheless
You are a stone
I cannot skip
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 9:31 PM UTC
Sure, I put the rouge in your eyes
And that apple in your throat
But relax, little boy
This is not a backstabbing
I am simply returning
Your godforsaken rib
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 9:30 PM UTC
Thanks to that velveteen tone he
saves for me
And his turpentine diction,
The cliches that made my eyes roll
Now make my heart rush
Nonetheless, my thoughts riot as follows...
(When urged to call him something cheery
something no smile can wane at
like that fleck of gold in his left iris)
Well, "sunshine" should suffice
And Latin for that equals
"Apricitas"
Which phoneticized equals
"Opry cheetahs"
So the obvious endearment here is
Opry
(When urged to call him something pure
perhaps upon watching him blink
or blush
or blow
cigarette ringlets away from babies)
"Snowflake"?
No, that's a slang for ***** these days
So, "raindrop"
Yes
If Latin is dead,
It sure knows how to haunt me
"Gutta imbrium"
Ember
My little ember
The only glow in all this charcoal
(When urged to call him something pretty
when he's brushing his hair
or allowing me to arrange red clovers
in his sideburns)
Hm, let's testdrive "moonlight"
Let's shift into Latin, "luna lumen"
Thus the nickname I bite back is
Lulu
/Lulu/
While I hear darlings and dearies
on the daily
Why must I fail to mirror him?
(When urged to call him something sweet
like the butterscotch kisses he whispers
into my knuckles)
Like a honeycomb
Or as Ceasar would say, "cera mel"
Close enough?
Caramel?
Carousel?
Dizzy, then
We spin
In silence
(When urged to call him something cute
with his cap on sideways
and his head in my lap
and the world at my heels)
Kitten
Catalus
Catapult
Half of that backwards might as well be
Tulip
Two lips
Two tongues
Too much, yet never enough of his
Smoke bomb pomegranate mouth
For heaven's sake, see?
That's why I kiss instead of speak
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 9:08 PM UTC
flat on my back on
the asphalt
like that fox a mile ago
cigar smoke and cold gusts
i watch the moon rust
and flick stars until they
dive like
paper airplanes
and see why
tis the milky way
midnight skies are white
when city lights
hush
pebbles get stuck to my cheek
the asphalt rumbles
i try to hear
earth's heartbeat
i'll die pretending
that it's yours
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 7:24 PM UTC
I am sick of seeing my breath
So as
I march up this bank
My chin tips toward the sun and I
Slam shut my eyes
Let my face go to leather
My vision go rosy
Like my knuckles and nose
Pink lemonade lids
In Greensboro's blind spot
I stand in spotlight
Yet I don't feel bright, no
All I feel is
Wasted
When I spin
To lean on thin
Air
I smell
Your sweater
Sunrays are
Your fingers
And when I tap my boot on
Icy ponds
I hear your voice
Crack
My heart
Crack
Split through its rawest chamber
The one you unlocked
Today
Eight months after
I left you out to freeze
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 7:03 PM UTC
You went from black to
Sunburnt
It's rust, you say
The moon turned pearl
Then blood
That same day
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 6:40 PM UTC