There are too many words
You must have heard them
Learnt too many paragraphs
To explain it all along…
Secrets
Put the Finger Gun Away
you point your finger gun at your head
with a laugh
because you think it’s funny…
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…
People Pleaser
You pick the pins off the floor for them to walk on it smoothly and unharmed but your hands are bleeding…
surfing
it’s a complicated thing. a sensation that bubbles over in the chest and makes everything light— air…
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…
… It Pours
Two years ago today, when the rain poured down from the sky above with such fury and hatred…