i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”

decorated in soft skin vines of fire drape around her fireproof face my eyes kneel in worship of a goddess passing by

an illness so cold he sees flames as medicine and treats his disease

for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors

when the rest of the world seemed… and the invisibility of god was to… i turned to a puppet a stuffed brown dog i had named Gr… i confided in him earnestly

let’s say you’re trying to go somewhere who isn’t? but let’s say you never get there

peering into your eyes i am trying to understand you hoping to know you a little better with each glance when the world is mad

that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers

i can smell a clue about as well as a rock and if you’re waiting for me under a rock

dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars

on a good day a poem is just a death threat to e… on a bad day it is a love letter

when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things

dressed only in screams showered with water and death life escapes by drain