Water In The Palm
Water in the palm. Do I hold it safe and quiet, maybe someday drink again? Do I reach, and risk spilling it out? Or do I deliberately turn my hand, let it fall away, lost?
Poem
Ode To Cheesecake
O cheesecake How I adore you. Your very name Brings a quiet smile to my lips Remembering our times together, Anticipating future encounters. You are different Every time we meet. Lemon, lavender lemon, Fennel orange, blood orange, Endless possibilities. You are beautiful to me In all your aspects. I gently push the tines of my … Read more
seriously unfinished
I stretch, Pushing against constraints set by others set by myself from fear. Bitter reflections On worlds I could have grasped Let pass by. Release myself from silent screaming. Take wild joy in shattering your image of me. Fuck expectations. Fuck masks. Note: This needs a new last line. I haven’t figured it out yet. … Read more