Thirsty
Thirsty I cannot get enough water in me. I am forever melting things: Drenching your hands until they slide away, I shiver down your torso into a puddle, Panting and
Tag: poem
Husk
Rub your spine against me To scrape off the old skin. Press a thumb to the underside of the Square corner of my jaw. Remind me what life is And
Poetry, Poetry, Poetry
I’m going to go ahead and post a poem. Because I spent all weekend reading and listening to poetry at the Second Annual New York City Poetry Festival on Governor’s
Closed Circuit
A closed circuit, you said. The intertwining of us so complex we could not unlock our lips at 5 am. You struck deeper than I knew I was. The
Behemoth
Well, if it’s not a writer’s duty to post videos of herself reading her writing, then I don’t know what is. But… man, I really hate watching myself on video.