Tag Archives: Poem
I’d forgotten how it felt to not feel Not hurt, not ache or pain No thrim-throb in the brim-brain No anxieties about now, tomorrow, yesterday No scrumbled thoughts of ‘What’d I say’ This amnesia is electrifying And I want to … Continue reading
I don’t know love Not the Monday, Tuesday, every other day love Not the lifelong, singsong, nothing-can-go-wrong love Not the sweetheart, work of art, till death do us part love Not the wedding band, ain’t life grand, wanna hold your … Continue reading
My thoughts return at times like these To the man upon the table The person who I used to be Before the one who now is me I wonder at his screams His violent protestations As the doctors prepared him … Continue reading
“Not my type” Are the words that keep coming to mind The problem being the implication That I have a “type” That the conundrum of who I like and who I don’t Could be quantified and measured with words like … Continue reading
I’ve become an inward-turning thing Like the legs of a spider, dying Curling into an asterisk across my abdomen No longer do I weave my tangled web Spinning tapestries like Arachne Or making messiahs of humble swine It’s far too … Continue reading
To the girl behind me in line at the supermarket Whose shopping list consisted entirely of Sourdough and sour gummi worms I wish I’d thought to ask you If you were making Sandwiches.