Put the Finger Gun Away
you point your finger gun at your head
with a laugh
because you think it’s funny…
Category: Lit Poetry
i could have called you but i wrote this instead
good gracious // to be twenty-one //
and constantly falling apart // but
mostly on coffee shops // grief stains
everything // my eyes touch…
Technicolor Anaphora
An assortment of glittery rainbow pens spills out of my
Pencil pouch, each emblazoned with emblems that
Signal the spectrum of the stories they write…
surfing
it’s a complicated thing. a sensation that bubbles over in the chest and makes everything light— air…
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I haven’t been myself for half a year
January was a wound I dressed by dressing up, as if I could summon spring by spilling watercolors against the sketchpad and calling that art…
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My Love Letter
thank you.
for loving me
at my lowest—
my strongest
thank you…
Remembering the Best Part of Family
There are certain people
In your life
childhood,
the memories they bring
the innocence…
Learning to Swim
I grow up fatherless
A brother who didn’t sign
Up for the role…
I Am a Poet
My work is not meant to be beautiful.
My work is meant to be poetic…