wear my bathrobe to pick Lil Cobra up from school administration asks if I’m unwell let them believe I’m diseased it’s more entertaining that way . he messaged me last night wanted to know when he would see me again I shrugged and shook my head don’t want to hear from him, really . dreamt […]
I’ve got the hands of a woman with nothing left to give the feet of a woman with nowhere to go, not even home— tú haces que mi corazón lata but, that’s not right either, is it? we lived in a bubble, the real world exposed to the pretend, now, I fall ill my immune […]
you take me to the community table where I like watching all the old men socialize with one another but today my eyes translated their lives into death that one, with the nicotine stained beard, he’ll stumble into the heart attack named widow-maker and that young man, with the black pencil on his waterline, an […]
it happened again last night, heard him in my dreams again wakefulness greeted me with the memory of his vacant eyes, fixed upon the ceiling above and I’m studying the star-shaped tattoo on his chest, chanting his name over and over in my head again sorry I haven’t been home in a couple days, it’s […]
Yesterday, we brought a man back from the dead. What follows is always a collection of poetry.
I’m feeling melodramatic.
I keep the moments coins in a piggy bank but I love the rain, so I’ll save them for sunny days when the shadows and trees all look the same and I’m trudging uphill to get to my next class, hours drifting past like sluggish clouds his smiles are pennies—the heads-up kind the ones he […]