All I do is sleep, eat and think about when I’ll write my next poem…

“my body feels better,—healthier.” I say with a faded smile. “But life holds no meaning.” I sigh into his palm, kissing the open torso of it. A flaxen crumb on the corner of my tongue sits like a dull ache; all sentiments of my sensitive jaw swallowed/ simple gestures of profound, of mundane— I am …

day 15

We didn't make it past today the last time we tried to quit cigarettes. We almost got a divorce only one month into this marriage. My mind got paranoid, and I began to play out scenarios of him leaving, of me not being enough, of us not having the strength to endure all of the …

rooted in this thing

Last night was absolutely beautiful. the day at work wasn't, but walking in the rain was pretty cathartic. A drenched wench. Beautiful. He got home before me, always w/a smile. Living each day with a full battery. There are heavy winds outside as i write this. Palms being caressed, fiercely. I was sad. I'm always …

pug

I never wanted children. I never played with dolls; I never coddled them or wanted to take care of them. I cut their hair real short and made them have lesbian sex. I made them have threesomes with other stuffed animals and drape them with ridiculous outfits. I’d open them and re-stuff them, hold them …

rants circa 2013

Winter comes later and later each year. I leave my coats in the trunk of my car, and if they’re particularly cheap, and if summer was a particular bastard, they start to crack and split apart at the seams. Most days I wake up sore, as if I fought for sleep to come. As if …