3/26/23
Freaking books my skin is my cover Don’t judge me by it You peruse the shelves—stop Hers is golden
If I were a rose to rest beside y… the thorns that built us up. I want to be the one that guides y… I want our lives to touch. Young in the summer, younger in th…
It has been said that you should Dance like no one’s watching— I always dance like you are Seeing me Across the room
I drag a metaphor too far into the dirt to pick up sticks and worms around the little trees little trees
Poetry is a fight. We slam the words with our fisted… shouting the counterrevolutionary,… to hook your faces into shock Go to places where time no longer…
I see our names on checks in black… an address peers below a simple home of warmth and light that everyone would know. I wonder—
it’s sad how well, our eyes don’t meet unless I want them to. I’ll always look for your——
In your green dress staring up at… your heart speaks the picture you keep on your laptop for all to… I used to wonder if it was all jus… sad bad boy that could only toy wi…
Oh Mrs. Mary Kay— Mary May! Hey! Your boy’s not coming here this da… No, he’s farming hay—
You are a storm A fire A shatter in the dark Ripples on the surface Crack
Today is your funeral—It is also… You’ve died, you’re gone, In peace divine.. Your eyes—they cease to shine. For me, I know not what to do—
sit down my dears and I will tell a story wondrous—true. of life and love and all the things
Does God still speak in dreams today or does he now choose sleep Silence glitters my bedroom pictur… darkness all now brings.
In the simililies and metaphlowers… a shred of truth grows up preened by the editor’s shears bouqueted for your enjoyment.
such a vicious cycle monster mashing in my face sleep deprived and bleary eyed my mind knows not the taste of understanding calculus
