May 2015. Not posted on Fictionaut.
Metal is bending because I am telling it to bend.
And I’m telling you to move, and you won’t fucking move.
When the little worms pretend they have cancer
to try and find a place in my heart, to die
and rot in, I need a heart that is made
of metal that I can move, that worms
can’t squiggle into again.
I ain’t your princess,
don’t call me baby when you
tell me I’m not dying. You
make me wish I was. I don’t want
to share a planet with you, or air
or pain or love. Go away, worm.
April 2015: One of those situations where you thought of something great to write but when you get to it, it’s not what you expected.
Continue reading “used to”
Valentine’s Day – ugh. 2015
February 2015: This was rolling around for a while so I finally spit it out.
incoherent thoughts – February 2015
November 22nd, 2014. For Phil.
Continue reading “eras mia, tu eres la primera”
Inspired by a comment left on my poem “cut it up.” The title is the last line of the comment. – November 2014
November 2014: one of the less grounded things in my head lately
October 2014: more or less unfinished. I’ve yet to decide.
Initially published in summer 2014 Negative Suck.
First published in 2014 Summer of Negative Suck
First published in Summer 2014 Negative Suck