I. suffocating drowning choked by my own air I cannot speak I trusted the trees I trusted the oxygen I trusted my lungs broken is the one...

Found at the kitchen sink where I left you And the faucet, heads bent together In steely respect. A reflection of arched neck - faucets,...

How is it you think you know me like the back of your hand? you remind me of someone you spew my un-names, chunks of misremembered...

When the wrong thing slips out of your mouth, Like someone else formed and chose those words, You try to catch them, You lunge and throw...

when they came for us it was under the blindfold of darkness the heat was suffocating condensation of escaped breath the only cooling we...

I am waiting for you to emerge from this house. Cloudy smoke billows from its window, an acrid scent of charred plastic permeating the...

Hands on my waist, Marks on my face, Whispers in my ear, Screams inciting fear, ‘I love you’s forced down my worn throat, Threats of...

I want to be someone’s muse for someone to look at me and start breathing poetry from their lips convincing me their admiration is love...

half-moon at my shoulders bright light shining to my eyes starry night up and up, blind to blood bind to breast frowns with his charcoal...

Thank You for Your Service Chests puffed, we tout ultimate sacrifice; loyalty trumps all. Great uncle Sam points his finger of pride,...

One This love isn’t allowed You are far too broken To love someone so whole Aren’t you tired of ruining beautiful things? Two Your heart...

signs of subtle civilization uttering the sounds of the suburbs. the living make their quiet call of ultimately nothing at all of mowing...

Eve’s ribs caved inward— Her silhouette misshapen pieces of raw clay So, she grabbed an ambrosia And shoved it down Adam’s throat...

It was almost a comfort to know that we could still dissolve into ourselves. The truth is that a body too...

The Stages of Falling in Love with Her One When I meet her we bask in the rays of the sun Weaving thorns into golden summer crowns She is...

50 50: A Sociological Study Into the Balance of Couple Dominance Within Controlled Environments Such As One Dicot of Attracted Specimen...

Remorse The moon is blue today— I can’t explain why the daffodils are all daisies their dewdrops smell like cinnamon with a strong...

Fickle Little Lullabies & Short Term Memory Loss I yearn to remember the fleeting, Every warm idea Disappearing, the way every distant...

Little Husbands I used to play with them Climbing trees like the branches weren’t tapered I learned more from my scrapes (each one was...

Wooden Chair Stiff, criss-crossing scaffolding, simultaneous rounded arches. Legs like Greco-Roman columns, and as ancient. With a glaze...