Little Lemon Cookies

i’m sitting here munching,
crunching on a handful
of lemon cookies,
and let me tell you, 
these things are marvelous.

summer rain in the city

rain in the city in the summer
is a humid blanket seeping
in the window cracks and down
the back of my shirt in drops…

meeting the puppetmaster again

do you know that feeling
this feeling
when you have the most beautiful
glass orb at your fingertips?
like…

queer, strange, and colorful

being queer is such a strange
and subtle, raging and colorful
thing. every day, the person i
think i am…

Hear Me Ramble: Everything Everywhere All At Once

a breed of human (a poem)

mutt
noun

forgetful: a poem

tw: traumatic experience references

count to six: a poem

tw: abuse

one

one summer night

one summer night, tonight,
i lie in bed, breathing in heat
and breathing out dust clouds
of thoughts i’ve had a thousand
times…