His disfigured face conflicted my frontal lobe— I won’t remember you like this. And then I look around— the thick, nostalgic, Brooklyn accents like Elmers glue adjoining each tone into a snowflake, coming out of coarse black hair variations, though some try to hide it in dye but you can’t hide, though sometimes I try, […]
Read More
the crick-cracking is itching my eardrum. i’m stuck to this onyx sticky wall,my face is muffled in the bristols. my ass, bare and round, facing the den— i feel like some sort of satirical posterdecorating a stoner’s dorm room. occasionally I’ll push outwards but my ab muscles are too elementary— i’m stuck alright. like the sway of a […]
Read More
when my fingernails dig into the breathing Earththey feel the earthworms jerk deeper into the soil.and when my fingernails dig into the breathing Earththey feel the roots of the flirty sunflowersthat are bumping into my scowl. pollen goes up my sinuses,where everything is clogged and suffocatingand in no way ideal to grow a forest of […]
Read Morecool seafoam jazz shuffles up my spine, licking my chakras allowing soft, sweet, docile moans and proper alignment.
Read Morethis fragile airisn’t enough. this is known,which is why you need to exist,to reinstall hopeinto those who are coveredin ripped bandages. mummies in second-hand,arms out,moaning,the truth is this fragile airis the perfect set formonster movies. so thank you, for savingmy bleeding friend,my brave rigger.thank you for keepingher ferocious while shebreathes this fragile air.
Read Moremy role model created a barrier,my bubble constricts,transparent as her speech,i needed to get out. my bubble constricts,suffocation. i needed to get out,but where to go? suffocation,air tight love.but where to go?ziploc-ed freedom in the fridge. air tight love—but i haven’t seen it yet.ziploc-ed freedom in the fridge—next to the 2% and the cream cheese. but […]
Read More
i been naked alone for so long-i forgot what company was like. that’s inappropriate. i touch my new appendages, that are touchinga machine,that is touching an outlet. i wonder if this electrical tag connects to hisface. i listen to the machine’s dialogue,it says my beating is fine.
Read More
leaning, on an orange tree;above me is crimson, a solar system. i push on the bark. the vibrancy of the orbs surround me in a meteor shower. they remind of your eccentricity. i bite into the curious juice, my swirling citric saliva captivates me.i have never been this satisfied.
Read Moredrooping eyes, bodyfollowsblack—darkness—warmth— sepia projections:fingers twirling nipples, softkisses crrk, crakk,projector broke. the images fadelike a ghost boiling into sunlight,but the emotions still shine.
Read More