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 […]
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 […]
I became aware of a pain / festering somewhere within me / he felt my body shiver / squeezed me against his heartbeat / until I fell back asleep / dreamed of all the bugs / exploding guts on car windshields / short lived and irrelevant / where do they go after that high-impact? / […]
you told me once, your favorite flower: lily, any variety, they are all so pretty or so you said, leading me through darkness to your bed I followed, oh so willing to be your reality you lean in to kiss me and suddenly, the presence of others is suffocating figures of shadow-others crowding, mourners at […]
I sold two eyes to forget yours, hoping for a fair price. But losing and remembering are not the same thing, I know. My last day, I lay on Earth, stared up at the periwinkle sky. I thought about the boy who loved bleeding hearts. He witnessed them grow through the weight of time, took tedious notes as he […]