Shattered
Glass bottles glisten
On a freshly
Lined lot
And I
Find myself wishing
I am somewhere
I’m not
-me
Open Space
•December 13, 2021 • Leave a CommentResist
•November 24, 2021 • Leave a CommentToday I sat
With resistance
A hive of bees
Behind the walls
Of my chest
And frenzied
Making their way
In all directions
Burrowing inside
The drywall
Of my thighs
Roaming random
Down to my
Dead end toes
Bumping on bone
And turning
Churning over
Each other
Through my middle
Frantic flitting
Up my throat
Wildly swirling
Inside my mouth
Alighting on
The lightly sealed
Line of my lips
Crawling and testing
I could feel them
Trying and tickling
With antennae against
The soft corners
Of my mouth
Exploring
For weakness
And tempting me
To open up
And let them out
-me
Consent
•November 5, 2021 • Leave a CommentA bundle of “No”
Swaddled warm in my arms, still
Always free to leave
-me (and she)
Gut Check
•November 4, 2021 • Leave a CommentSitting silent
Makes me hungry
As I stare
At hope awhile
But the blank page
Beyond hoping
Calls my innards
To defile
Because I’d rather
Spill than eat
Your shit
It’s filled me rank
For way too long
I chewed and gagged
And choked it down
But it’s been
Deadly to belong
So I choose
Evacuation
Either by heaving
Or entrails
I’ll stay starving
In my stillness
Before I gorge
Your crap
Again
-me
Rendezvous
•October 28, 2021 • Leave a CommentWhen we used to walk
Our neighborhood
At night
You’d point out those towers
Blinking red antennae
And tell me
To meet you there
Should the world collapse
Well it did
And you didn’t
And now
Somehow I end up
At those towers weekly
Alone
And the sign I pass
As I drive away
“Rent a Dream”
Speaks more truth
Than you ever did
-me
The Beginning
•October 22, 2021 • Leave a CommentThis isn’t a story
Of said soot-covered bird
Shaking free
And flying easily
No, this is a tale
Of embers still around me
Smoldering and dying
It’s hot as hell
And filthy here
There’s barely air
For breathing
And darkness only
Pierced by flame
Searing my skin
I’m fighting to survive
Again
At some expense
I’m choking
Rising is not winning
It is instinct
To stop the pain
To find cool wind
Sweet oxygen
And to postpone
The end
-me
Phantom Pain
•October 5, 2021 • Leave a CommentThese skeletons will
Not stay put their muscular
Memory’s afoot
-me
For Now
•October 4, 2021 • Leave a CommentI do not know
What I have left
In me
To say
To give
To be
So I will
Speak for now
Of nothing
-me
Painting: I have nothing to say. Just feel it. by Lia Kimura
Nightmare
•October 3, 2021 • Leave a CommentEvery single thing
I write
I want to burn
As it turns
Out
Making myself
Sick
With my own words
Is all
The gift
That I have left
To give
To spite
My dreamy inclinations
Otherwise
-me
October’s Needle
•September 17, 2021 • Leave a CommentA crow on the porch
And a cat in my lap
The sky growing dark
And descending
A sigh on the wind
And a stab in my brain
This season could use
Bloody mending
-me
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