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An Ineffable Sestina
Ultimately, she will be served
on her stained bed of silver,
placed on the table of a rich man
with an apple in her mouth
forced into a glazed dress
with her palms pointed to God. -
She Still Knows
I do not remember when we were young
or how large the world once seemed,
this is one of the things only she knew. -
Written Meals
I do not know how to bake
something from scratch,
like my mother’s cookies.
With her instinctual precision
and her habitual familial ease.
I did not inherit this side of her. -
On Being Vane
Somewhere between a flower and a coffin
lies the colorless sunrise outside your windows.
I am devoted and still breathing like the Elin.
You are innocent and still sleeping like the Pothos. -
As She Pleases
To be a woman is to be a banquet.
Eclectic, savory, distinguished.
A summer potluck of femininity;
a Thanksgiving toast to masculinity;
an Easter brunch with androgyny.
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Before I Knew How to Live Freely
I wish I had found the butterfly before I knew how to kiss.
Then, I would have kissed you without a flinch.
I would have slept with you until the day was missed.
I would have stayed out of pleasure instead of lust.
Loves
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I Never Will
I still dream about that year.
I still can remember everything there:
The sight, sound, smell, everything.
With every year that goes past,
I hold the memories closer and closer to my heart. -
For the First Time
Deep in my heart,
I still wonder what went wrong.
Somewhere along the way,
Everything fell.Every day something falls,
But these days I can't seem to build it back up. -
In All Eyes
And as summer leaves,
Fall sings through the breeze.
Flowers start to wilt
As the world tilts.
Even as it dies,
Nature is beautiful in all eyes. -
Time isn't right
I wish I wasn't born like this,
As if my life depends on the time,
I can't wait or it'll be too late.
I look at myself and feel the same disgust,
As all those years ago. -
you have the right to remain silent
as the days turn to fire for retribution
and the nights turn to ice for revenge,
i watch the smoke curl over the mountains
grayish-pink sunsets smelling of apples and your grandfather's attic
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Forgiving Sadness
There is a quiet now that was not before,
Not a quiet in the sounds I hear but a quiet in the mind.
A quiet that only came after the screams.
Those screams although painful were necessary,