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 [...]

You Will Feel My Absence

You Will Feel My Absence

you will feel my absence, like an arrow embedded in your chest. parts of you were gifted to me and i refuse to give them back. never break the heart of a writer because we will take every hurt, every part of you and weave it into every poem. is it spiteful–maybe–but isn’t art supposedto [...]

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 [...]

Weary of this flesh

Weary of this flesh

I’ve grown weary of this flesh,  I wish nothing more than ever to strip myself  bare from this slippery cage.  I will start with my arms—I will rejoice as I watch the flap fall back, blood riveting down like a river, my pain will nourish me.  I’ll be set free from my jail—like a phoenix,  [...]