Calamity

the world stands still, grief-stricken you’re in the garden when it happens. your mother comes up to you, speaking with words that don’t sound like her own. you cannot parse ...

replica in some alternate universe i am not who you want me to be. the versions i’ve locked away are out in the open here and i ask them how ...

topography of the self my heart is harbored in coastlines along the countryside. i wonder if my bones were scattered along the bottom of the ocean, if they would make ...

distress signals if you’re a shell then i am simply sifting through sand, collecting fossils and calling them gifts sent from a god i do not know. please, let me ...

rotten fruit in the dead of night i feel the most alive. i’m remembering how close we were when i peel myself like a fruit, bearing my flesh for feasting. ...

nocturnality did you know that the comb jelly glows? we mark what’s magic by color & forget what’s left in the dark. when we close our eyes, we can count ...

call me by any name before you call me by my own. i’ve saved my hands for holding something worth keeping. maybe this is it. maybe it’s just a mirage. ...

untitled friday & you’re forgiven like a bad bruise, slowly but surely. the weekend sinks its teeth into you & tells you to let the pain linger.

love(less) keep me close and love me like a memory you never had. (don’t tell me when you let go)

there is no name for nothingness family follows you like a shadow, and it lingers behind you whether wanted or unwanted. you wait for time to take it away — ...

metamorphosis haibun it’s something of an illicit prayer — wishing & waiting for change that’s gentle enough to keep around. you give it your heart & hope it holds it ...

the dog days stare at the sun & you’ll set yourself on fire. you always loved the heat & summers that sighed into balmy nights. you’d say: i can see ...

blood red requiem is there such thing as love without loss? i’ve wished for a world with no wounds but i always find myself covered in blood. & somehow, you ...

dream sequence in your dreams, skeletons are scattered like seashells. they are something to idolize. treasures. but when you are wide awake, you spend your time searching for such gold ...

solitude, an interlude every night i open up like a wound. the stars are my only spectators, and i let them see me for what i am. they love me ...