a poem

a poetic prose i did not recognize her when i saw her. i am ashamed to admit that. she has been by my side for decades. i noticed first the change in her eyes. the dirt of them had been fertilized. the evidence of its blooming was evident. from the…

a poetic 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…

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 poem

a poem what am i to do with this life i did not ask for? hold it like a child? feed it my flesh, you say? what am i to do with all this burden in my chest? let it unburden my womb? let time bury me, you say? what…

a poetic prose just let me be your sweet lover. i will adorn myself in fruit and flowers for you; let you eat from my skin. i will leave the sun for you. i will cocoon myself and bloom in moonlight instead. i will let you have my last drop…

a poem i am a house. even when i do not want to be. i know. i know. how dare i not love the house of me. how dare i not worship the soil. how dare i not work hard on the upkeep. you don’t have to remind me. i…

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. …