a m a n d a

a m a n d a Nov 2017

(drenched in sarcasm)

one day,
    you too,
might be a grown-***
  w o  m a n

eating onion rings
   for dinner
whilst crying
         (in public)

because a boy
        was mean to you.

(sorry about it not getting any better).

a m a n d a Nov 2017

the white wolf speaks.

i like what happens when

y e l l o w

is

next to

pink.

it is a detail of the world
that brings me joy,
and so,
it must alway be
a good thing.

a m a n d a Nov 2017

self-portrait in metal

i imagined myself
as a sheet of
silver metal,
with intricate designs
banged into it,

able to fold in
a multitude of
ways,

f l o a t i n g

gninrut

\floating\

in the empty space.

a m a n d a Nov 2017

beyond all logic

when i try
to focus on attempting to hate you,
all that happens,
somehow,
is that,
instead
i somehow
love you now,
*even more?

a m a n d a Nov 2017

not an emergency

(but something to consider)

everything is fine.
no.worries.
it's just that*

there is a d a r k n e s s
closing in
on the edges,

and lights swirl
in the p e r i p h e r y.

a m a n d a Oct 2017

10.21.17

today is the day

you became a covering

i simply shrugged off.

a m a n d a Oct 2017

do you like my lies?

it’s a good thing
i don’t need you anymore

because you wouldn’t be here
anyway.