a poem i think i make shelter inside of myself for people who are building family homes in someone else’s sunrise. i am just the summer home. i think i am pubic hair shamed and stretch marks glorified. i think i hate all of this. every inch of this. every word. every wasted…

a prose when the sun is not looking, i whisper my secrets to the moon. they are the most lovely of all my companions. i whisper my love for them and hold them close despite the cold. but the moon rejects me often. complains about my love for the sun…

a poem mama, i am sorry. father, i am too. i am carrying enough guilt to feed lives worlds over. i have not forgotten the language of family. it is the undertone of my skin. it is the aftertaste of every meal. mama, i am sorry. father, i am too. …

a prose devoted, devastated, and delirious. i find myself on your tongue. i am in the sleekness of your cheeks. you still taste of me. you have to. how could you not when i still describe your flavor? i show my new lover my tongue while i wonder how long…

a poem your love feels like… blooming. like falling into the right place. like finding a flame after walking through a snowstorm. like having no chocolate left at the bottom of the mug. your love feels like… sunshine. like a cat’s soft pelt along the length of a furless neck…

a poem

a poem my body is greedy. always lusting for things that are beyond its reach. has the nerve to ask to be left alone and fights back when its lands have been encroached upon. it wants to take up all the space it has been denied for so long and dares anyone to move it along faster than it wants to. i once…

a poem today i did not want you. i did not wake up and search for the scent of you on my sheets. i did not read old messages looking for clues as to where your affection has run off to. i stopped counting your half-truths; i no longer wish to make…

a prose i found lust in a sundress. the dress was yellow and made from the type of fabric that feels like nothing on your skin. i let my hands roam underneath to compare it to her skin. let each finger savor the softness of her world. while my hands…