i still look at the recipes you wrote about me.
you told me that baking requires trust—
maybe that's why my macarons burnt.
you were the most sobering experience.
Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 2:50 AM UTC
pretty white girl on a date
with a lonely man
whose father's funeral
only had three guests:
him, his brother, his uncle.
i can't even pretend
to know how to feel.
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 10:44 PM UTC
Rough love, soft love.
Choke me a bit, are you okay with that?
I guess it's what I'm used to.
Warm skin, heavy blankets.
I pray we don't end up like our parents.
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 10:41 PM UTC
the memory of you is a warm comfort
a sunday morning community chapel
preaching your name so loudly
you'd think i was possessed
the sun sneaks through my windows
i'm alone in bed
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 12:11 AM UTC
love is patient,
love is kind.
thom yorke keeps telling me that true love waits
so why do i feel that waiting has made me weak.
(like i'm letting you get away with something)
i am not patient,
nor kind.
i am envious, and boastful.
i keep a record of how wrong i feel.
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 9:21 PM UTC
clean for almost two years now
i stay up reading
a timeline of myself
high on ecstasy
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 2:41 AM UTC
we got along so well but
but this is the final thing we will agree on:
even i am surprised at how
how softly i can let you go
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 2:15 AM UTC
i will be alone now
walking naked from the bush
drunk stumble down quadra st
the *** may have been brief
but the memory of reverse cowgirl will stay forever
in my wet dreams
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 2:07 AM UTC
God's firmament: only
a child's planetarium projector—
If only I could project my
vows in a sphere of light
with even a handful of batteries, all the
eyes in the world
could see how ******* thin
my gossamer guilt is.
My conscience is silky smooth
like Venus-razored legs.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 10:12 PM UTC
