Nails enter Christ’s palms. Unforgiving lovers enter virgin bodies–at the Boulder Motel,
they were driving up the hill made of hundred year old bricks,
and a love letter, I pass a high school.
I haven’t written that poem yet I’ve been putting it off because I know it’ll poke holes in my skin and then they will bleed
the corset synches too tightly around my torso but you don’t notice.
I heard that we bring a part of where we’re from to every place we go,
The oaks have thinned since we last spoke, and I’m shedding the weight of you from my mind
Since the city is stifled it appears The hour thrust beyond the gloom at. . .
We went to the museum and I watched two kids pretending to sword fight by the medieval knights exhibit.
It was said of me, “the defendant will always pose a threat to society
Your mother is obsessed with mosaics.
White light, buzzing from the ceiling now finds itself humming in my head.
A man sits in the audience, watching his daughter sing. He is watching her lips move in unintelligible shapes, trying and failing
Secret ways to say I love you–
When I was nine-years old my parents signed me up for a daytime golf lesson. This was mostly in a vain attempt to hold my
I am a convicted felon. No single incident led me to where I am today; it was more of a series of events spanning a lifetime.
Our house was on the edge of a grand forest. In my younger years, my father and I would walk along the trail that went
The afternoon breeze fills in around you, replacing the emptiness of your lanky body and hollow stomach. Dinnertime, you
Arynessa looked up from her textbook at her phone which had no notifications and then at her best friend, Evaline.
False proclamations of rain speak from a magnolia tree. It’s just the ice melting off the fibrous leaves. On my walk between the trees.