Balanced

Balanced

i feel balanced–it’s strange, but not unwelcome. i am used to feeling too much, my glass always spilling on the sides, or nothing at all, a numbness that penetrates my teeth, toes, a hollow echoing. but now, i’m lucid. i feel, at a distance. i can think clearly. the well of creativity is deeper than [...]

Unripe Youths

Unripe Youths

unripe youths are swollenon the bottom and soft at the top. my thumb tore the tender skin, pierced through the truth.i refuse to apologize;every thorn bears your face.my nail digs deeper.my vision blurs. my headbegins to ache.the skin splits.clumps of yellow flesh.sap seals my fingers buti will not relent.i steadily hold on;the wind tickles my [...]

Cold Questions

Cold Questions

cold questions that i ask myself leave me warm in placesyour hands should have occupied. i shouldn’t have to strain mymemories to recall the imprintof your touch. they fade every day,every night, every blue hour past midnight. i would only need to lie back on my bed, pillows cradling my head as my thighs welcome [...]