Poem of Jealousy

Thy fatal shafts unerring move, I bow before thine altar, Love. I feel thy soft resistless flame Glide swift through all my vital frame. For while I gaze my bosom glows, My blood in tides impetuous flows, Hope, fear, and joy alternate roll, And floods of transports whelm my soul. My faltering tongue attempts in… Read More Poem of Jealousy

Scheherazade

Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again. How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running until they forget that they are horses. It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, it’s more like… Read More Scheherazade

Collision Theory

I swear she kissed me first, but I have no evidence. I know the wine danced in the glass like a siren, all lean in and slow blink, I know the magnets in my palms spun until keys flung themselves toward us from all directions. conjurers always have to be watching our hands. spells dove… Read More Collision Theory

Scars

1. If i could, i would nail these hands to the edges of stars. I would sacrifice this body to the sky hoping to resurrect that someone’s spiteful enough to not care about you anymore. 2. Staple me to a cross. Pierce my side with the broken promise & i will bleed all the crippled… Read More Scars

Some Like It Hot

“Hollywood’s a place where they’ll pay you a thousand dollars for kiss, and fifty cents for your soul.” ­—Marilyn Monroe It took the embalmer three days to prepare your body. He removed a half moon of flesh from the base of your hairline; sutured it as tight as your corset to reduce the postmortem swelling… Read More Some Like It Hot

Silt

in this town, you don’t buy new things before October, not until after the back-to-school clothing has gone on sale. you only shower twice a week, only go to school when you have to: when you can’t find a dollar in your mother’s purse to spend at the arcade. you go to parties where the… Read More Silt

For My exes

1 on the little league field we traded virginities like baseball cards. 2 & 3 I do not regret leaving you, but there are things we still don’t speak of. 4 still masturbate while thinking about you. feel used in an empty room. 4 the first day we met, I told you I missed you… Read More For My exes