PinnedOnce twirledinImogene’s NotebookI have carved the stones for veins of peacePoetryMay 271May 271
Once twirledDark modeI am in dark mode I have been in dark mode for so long That it became an oil-like sludge An invasive species A crusted tattoo.May 15May 15
Once twirledTo taste your own bloodTo taste your own blood sweet red and rich Leaking, hoarsly singing its crimson lamentMay 13May 13
Once twirledRaw handsMy hands are aching Little pustules all over like colonies of ant’s eggs.Apr 28Apr 28