you are in these bones, but they are not you.

  • illume

    illume

    It’s occurred to me that I stopped writing to you. To you, the undefined. A future I refused to hope for, written as a loss. Written as a missing piece. Phantom limbs that were never mine and missed with a desperation bordering on terminal. I threw faces and bodies into that well, living with the Read more

  • elastic

    elastic

    Beating my face into broken glass Over and over again, the words Over and over again High tensile bone Look how hard I can go Rubber band woman with no end No break all bend Glass in my palms Fingers Feeding it to myself Chewing through the words Over and over again What you did Read more

  • walking, dead

    walking, dead

    You get used to the taste of blood, the way it runs down your chin with every word. You get used to the way your teeth cut your lips and tongue. The clots in your throat, words you’d like to cough up. Spit them past the choke onto indifferent sidewalk. It’s always cement: something about Read more

  • the call of

    the call of

    it’s blood and ghost season blood and lust season pointed tongue, pointed tooth restless muscle, bone, sinew calling out for our own kind kith and kin and tribe time to run, brothers time to hunt and play and thrive Read more

  • secret/smeared mouths

    secret/smeared mouths

    we gloat over the absurdity of our certainty like it obscures the truth of our wetmouthed cling in the secret moments behind the walls of the world pull the veils in closer to our animal skins, love, obliterate the boundaries, I need to remember what we felt like before the noise of consciousness killed us Read more

  • Innerspace

    Innerspace

    I feel you, a black heat sucking at the edges of my skin, tendrils in my spine, threatening. So warm, the promise, the inevitable. But you’re not allowed here. This is my emptiness. You’ll hold on, though. Neither of us is good at the let go. I plant my feet in your chest and shove, Read more

let me sow that i may reap