your eyes are planets. with dark circles as asteroid belts, your freckles, comets and each time an eyelash falls, it’s a shooting star to...

The snow’s melting all too early. I can’t say I’m not thankful for the sun, but something about a bit of cloud cover always feels a...

I. If my memories serve as a needle in point, then I splinter my fingers every time. II. With broken hands, I cradle myself, imagining...

Her enchanted lips speak  pages upon pages of unhurried words   I bring her holy seeds, wear my devotion like gilded feathers I have...

It’s Okay To Be Soft Still When I’m alone I roam the train tracks just to know what it feels like to be in between unforgivable teeth...

the only way I'll get out of bed today is if I clad myself in pink, pretend the sky is blue sometimes I have to remember that waiting...

She Reads Me Walt Whitman because I have to for class in seven hours. I shut my eyes soft as moth’s wings, her voice yellow like...

Lost Horizon Mad Men (2015) Peggy Olson has a pair of snow-white roller skates somebody left behind. Peggy Olson has four vermouths in...

Being naked in public, your teeth falling out, you’re late/lost/dead, the car crashing, you’re pregnant, the house collapsing, running in...

We were in a museum, looking at photos of dead lovers in Pompeii, Burned, charred, locked in their final moments - eternally preserved...

I’d like to move Change Transition Flow Become But there is no end destination in sight. A wide circle simply encompasses what is. And...

to love oneself to love is exhilarating it is wonderful and yet it is terrifying a woman such as myself so capable of hatred, sadness and...

originally published on November 15 2018 Troubling Hands Take all the deadwood reasons Why our roots cannot burrow Grind them hard...

originally published on November 15 2018 Day by day I seep into anguish The heart you’ve thawed Gradually succumbs to death Night by...

originally published on November 15 2018 she’ll always toy with you hold your hand a second too long caress you like Abuela when she’s...

originally published on November 12 2018 Girls don’t like spiders, The way they scuttle up your arms with fearless abandon, The way...

originally published on November 12 2018 girls only. looking for friends to drink with, because i’m too damaged to love. don’t waste...

originally published on November 10 2018 I admit, I have a vindictive sense of self-satisfaction- I introduced you to your favourite...

originally published on November 9 2018 How do i tell you How much i want to Fuck you In this poem you will never read In the rooftop...

originally published on November 9 2018 Psychal a moon piling between two legs, let me dwell on their lycanthropy. i screw over after...