It’s too bad I like words.I find myself staringat this page-screentrying to achieve lexical beautyto Shakespearize my modern qualmsto romanticise my digital
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It’s too bad I like words.I find myself staringat this page-screentrying to achieve lexical beautyto Shakespearize my modern qualmsto romanticise my digital
MoreAn unfinished, unsettled air swells my lungs. I choke.Hollowed redwoods and pastel Victorians echo car songsI find no solace in repeating alone.
MoreThe lake is a Universe on some days. The grass and the water coated gently with the gauze of the sun which, touching the
MoreAfter Adrienne Rich’s “Diving into the Wreck” Lacing my fingers through hers, my mothernavigates our adjoined hands. Together, we read the book of
MoreI am leaving to find the last jazz standard where you left it for me as a gift,to hold it like an
MoreIn the hot kitchen summer I eat lunch and Lesbian Jen turns on the radio. It is post-high school pre-everything with flies
MoreYou’re lucky.You’re on trial period. They dress youUp like a doll and really, what a uniform.The girl you replacedThought her official title
MoreIf you don’t hear from me, it is because, for whatever reason, some rogue train has started in my head. It is
MoreWe sit on the curb with the bird nestled into the t-shirt I’ve balled in my lap. It does not take long
MoreI call Mami everydayafter class and she gives me the rundown:work was fine, but some of her studentsare lazy and annoying,dad is
Morefishbone tree and orange yardthis old sea is growing hardsun is yawning tired of daypurple awning fades to gray stream is passing
MoreYou were the type of person to wait until I died to give me flowers. You were the type of person to
MoreThe monarchs arrive late this year to lay their young upon the milkweed. If you had been sitting out on the porch
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