sicklee

They say after heartbreak, a haircut.A clean slate for every mistake.But now I've no hair left for cutting,And even less heart left to break.

Tin foil beating against sugar,Mentally, physically, collegiately;It’s a smooth ride down, but you should Cover your rock scrapes.Swaying, just brushing the brittle brick wall,I remember its absence

The structure of this poem is based off of Wallace Stevens' "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird".----I.I am no sounder than I was yesterday.I am sounder than I will ...

I did not know his name, but I saw in himSomething I detested.I saw his contours and his edges,Rises and falls, and knew:I would fit perfectly against him.The squares of ...