Turritopsis Nutricula (abuse poem from my book ‘things outside’)

  I guess I’ve never really loved it I’ve shaved and smothered it burned and cut it either with a lover’s mouth
or
a buzzing toy 
I aptly named Hume meaning…

“from the cave” but never truly loved it but now
I can’t keep my hands off it I’m entitled to it this chaos this love that’s so damn …

farce

All I ate today was candy.  Work supplies us with a carnival of sugar. Candy so old sometimes, it resembles the potpourri in your grandma’s bathroom. I’m also close to bleeding, so every other thought that comes into my mind is either about how ugly I am, how unattractive I am, how miserable I feel, …

Sunset & Vermont

This little collective trill of a universe is just a small little shell of wavy bits, of so-called energies and atoms. What I wouldn’t give to just be a single dot on paper and end one hell of a sentence with my very presence. But I’m a dreamer and I can’t help but feel tiny …

coupling

My fingers are bleeding, I have a paper cut. I poured some “sealer” on it. Now, it’s as if it never happened. Fitting. Sounds like every bad decision I’ve ever made. These are the turmoils of an office job. These are the accidents that happen when your job consists of making copies, scanning documents, or …

Hi there insecurities. You look leaner, organic, full of good things. You been working out? I can see the definition in your fervor.  The muscles in your pungent.  You’re looking resilient and beautiful these days.  I can smell you, did you switch up your signature scent?  You seem confident, full of self-love.  A vision.   …