this is the messy story of a girl and her torrid love affair with poetry
You always wanted to know
What I was dreaming.
Last night, I awoke in a hot sweat,
My shirt clung to my chest
Didn’t want me to think I was...
I walk around
jetting a name toward skies I’m scared by;
syllables flying from my tongue like
fighter jets launching from a...
First of all, it’s being 9 years old and
In days after The Fall (one day
we will call it our winter), you
wrapped your memories in barbed wire
such that where they used to...
treat this body like its home
even though shelter is the last thing it is giving you.
“I don’t want to turn any of this into poetry
you’re so beautiful
flowers turn their heads to smell you.”
“there is no intimacy like that between two women who have chosen to be sisters”
“We go to a book as Narcissus went to the fountain, see ourselves therein, and are enamored.”
“I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?”