there’s no escape
from exploitation
all that you eat
animal or vegetable
was alive
trying to survive
that fire you make
the wood was a tree
buoyantly breathing
the virus reproducing in you
just wants to thrive
you vs. it
a zero sum game

and when you said
laughter is like a foreign language
i imagined that i was
teaching you how to
speak it

My skin is red there
its peeling there
So I pull.
I pull at this pain that traps me;
I pull away the suffering;
I pull away the memories,
the hurt too much to keep.
But when I am done pulling
what will remain of me

I don’t know why
Or what it is
But I can hold it together all day
Until he asks
If I’m okay
And only then I ever crumble.
Eyes fill up quicker
Than my stomach when I see
My reflection.
Maybe it’s a father thing.
He just knows.

i barely remember.

I'm not sure what I expected,
but it wasn't you.
it wasn't this.
I'm not sure what I expected,
but it wasn't love.
it wasn't love.