– Mug at a coffee shop
Oxidize my lips for your finest green
tea or use acid in my stomach
to boil and steep. Grind my fingers
down with mortar and pestle or dub
me chamei to keep things interesting.
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childhood
Epoch of Joey
I killed a crow last Tuesday & you told me it reminded you of Joey- my older Continue reading
Skins
Her gilded gown was made of polyester
acrylic
frayed stitches
and half-baked fantasy.
The story was this:
when Rae was seven, she learned
that sleeping in the attic
veiled her Continue reading
Asphodel
The regulator circulates oxygen like Darth Vader. I am the caveman forehead of garibaldi. Cilium itches from plastic tang. Fermenting surf churns above but Continue reading
Les Mans
Moro reflexes tested when
you touch my open palm.
Do you remember?
An inflexible anchor
that hide his eyes while
playing Peek-A-Boo.
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