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

  • Untitled post 106

    They leave the wreckage on the roadside to remind us of the cost of recklessness; rubber and metal and glass smeared across our speeding retinas. “You’re next,” the omens hiss, flying past. Drop the pedal to the floor and lean into the asphalt. I know. Read more

  • Nothing is wrong.

    Nothing is wrong.

    The three eyed cat sitting sphinx on your bed is talking socioeconomics while you dress for work. You’ve never owned a cat but he makes sense. It’s time to go. Thirty priests in two columns walking backwards down the sidewalk, their eyes white as they stare at the sun, chanting low and fervent. Sounds like Read more

  • Dirge

    Dirge

    I miss you. The way my hands sometimes smell like you. The ache in my eyes to find you where you aren’t- in the room with me. In the city with me. State. Country. Plane of existence. But here comes another tropical storm with your face on it and I feel every muscle in my Read more

  • static at the altar

    static at the altar

    I called you king and set your supper before you- a feast of self unlike any I’d ever provided, staring down your cavernous appetite. I called you god as the blood poured from my mouth, over my chin- the dirty/red shock of it spilling across the pale of my throat. I called you lover and Read more

  • l e t g o

    l e t g o

    (i am left with the violence you inspire and no ready vent) (i am no arthritic grasping, gnarled by demons too insistent to die) (i am the abject lesson of how cold burns and limbs break from holding too tightly what needs to be let go) (let go) Read more

  • a hell of love

    a hell of love

    What are you going to do when this shit comes shrieking back to life? When my mouth is more battle wound than betterment? Each time I catch fire is more ground given, my hands and feet vantablack and voiding the light. What are you going to do when I burn the only pieces left to Read more

let me sow that i may reap