STOP most often sometimes it's PROCEED WITH CAUTION canary yellow skin dimming in an ashen fashion. PUSH. PULL. I know, I'm a handful. but on digital roads full of suitors, I flash a red mouthful of DO NOT ENTER's. DANGER. once, it…
there's a pink spot by my pinky toe where a blister lived eight months ago and I told myself when that blister heals you'll be gone but it stayed here. it doesn't hurt anymore what I mean is, it's only sore when…
they were all sand slipping thru my fingers slinking shards of sea glass broken shells common quartz burning my soles stuck on my tongue in grainy clumps sometimes I'd sink into their shallows and think this must be it, then filling my…
My picket fence is higher now and it's not orange, but two shades of blue. A gentler hue. If you look closely, you'll see I've set yellow yard boundaries differently and my teal front door was open, so wide open. It's closed…
It's twelve steps to walk away, gods grant me the legs but the room is spinning and your hands are shaking there's a deep creeping feeling clawing up my throat I choke up, you're under my skin, under my nerves crawling through…
you didn't want to bleed on me so you feed on me instead. I didn't see the red in your teeth, the darkness in your head, three jaws of needle sharp dread. I wonder when you must have broken my skin. I…
I'm late, I'm late but I don't recall what I was running for and time falls away as we tumble down this rabbit hole it felt slower in my head faster in your bed messy and raw and real. I've always been…
you are a blinding light, coruscating through the skies, explosive white fire. and I am the heavy rumble that follows, a trembling, echoing boom. I knew my place (behind) but you beckon me you taunt me you flash back again and again…
close my eyes click my heels three times I know, I know, I'm the one that left but you were already gone you left years ago. you know. I tried holding on. my hands were clenched so tightly I couldn't see the…
ADVENTURE WITH DOG Quarantine, day sixteen. Wait until evening. Safer, less people. Less leash. The sky softly settles as we stroll into the sunset, city over one shoulder, forest just ahead. The moment we step off the paved path is when I…