a little flurry poem #20

this life is being documented with recycled surfaces and oil paints with fingers and hands and courage and spirits. this life is being documented with every shedding and every song sung sadly in bathtubs. this life is being documented in phones, in poems, in photographs from stolen cameras, in sunshine and rain. this life is …

One poem #18

ONE PHONE CALL AND ONE LATE NIGHT BINGE DOESN’T SOLVE THE FUMING. IT SWELLS THE SKIN AND BREATHES THE NIGHT IN. one celebratory hug and one missed phone call doesn’t medicate. it sedates me into a toss and turn. ONE UNDERSTANDING AND ONE BIRTHDAY DOESN’T HAMMER THE NAIL, IT DOESN’T BUILD A HOUSE. IT PURIFIES …