I think I’m addicted to you.

No, really — like gut-wrenching withdrawals

are hitting me soon
I think I’m addicted to you.

Because around you, there’s this hue.
Black. Then green, then violet, then blue.
and at the center of red,

Joy to the World

A slight smile pulls at Joy’s unwilling lips as she daydreams. Not of wedding dresses, rom com meet cutes, or Oscar speeches, but of fist fights, bar brawls, and cussing shouting matches with disgusting, middle-aged white men. Instead of hopes of softly caressing the cheek of a newfound love, her…

For Goods and Services Rendered

Judgment expected.

Should I wash my hands?

I’ve already tainted this shirt

and the sides of my pants.

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There is a cloud of smoke, the shape of a man,

That walks the empty halls of our old house.

It is my father, looking for me.

Straining to catch the scent of my lungs

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a poem about lust

They told me not to play games
but oh god how I play
latching
clinging, hopelessly
I’ll slip like the mermaid you sing for
and look away
without a care
when you crash upon the rocks
So much to the theme
for destroying men
but GOD WHY IS SHE DESTROYING THEM
ask…

I am stuck in a box.

I am stuck in a box.

I am not a mime…
I refuse to talk from time to time

I am stuck in this box.

I know, one day I will get out,
but that’s not what this is about.

I’ve never actually seen
someone shoot up heroin
in person before,
before today.
Slumped against the entrance
to some public transportation
as people skirt by
as they may.
Where does the line stop
when you stop to help
from when you walk by
like absolutely nothing is wrong?
I’m sorry love.
This life was not meant
to screw you over
and yet somehow
it…

Panic Attack

Maiden Lane

The blood spills from my wrists

Like they are full

Glasses

Gently tipped,

Trickling

Down the stairwell

Needless Things

Needful things unmeetable 
An earthen grave of the past, full of fertile soil
Tilled and buried premature
Demons cling to the dirt
A feral oil leaking through the loam’s lice
A primordial wilderness, transcendent beyond kings and queens
And fate’s providence in the grasp of kingdoms,
Loiters hungry…