Under-steeped and Selfish.

I am selfish in my bitterness.  I am dark and under-steeped. The things I found to hold In my hands.  They stick like Pine sap on a sandy beach.  I just want to get down.  I want to wipe my bark palms On ill-fitting jeans. But the sap stays with me.  And it’s all IContinue reading “Under-steeped and Selfish.”

I want to put you into paper

I want to put you into paper to keep you here, in this space – Out of my brain And into my life. I want to postpone your ending – To glue you to pulp with pen So memories remain Static and still – Fragile and delicate, Like the signature on a will. I wantContinue reading “I want to put you into paper”

Perfection

There is a voice inside my head – A voice all my own; Telling me the things it hates About itself. It lists my breasts, my hips, my thighs. It lists the crinkles beneath my eyes When I disguise my frown.  It lists my arms, my knuckles, my nose. It lists the things I doContinue reading “Perfection”