I am a pea and you are a pea and it is so hot in our tight little pod but I like that if I inhale deep enough I can taste your vegetable...

One, two, three, four– The sharp creak of a wooden chair stops me in my tracks. It originates from a child, shifting impatiently in his...

Drugged and distracted, polka-dot hypnosis Stark red peeks out beneath your grey shields Fluttering, flimsy enough My boots could squash...

I didn’t know a bath could feel so dirty Until now. Surrounded by floating bits Of your sticky gift to me, Your only gift to me, white...

I’ve come to love those splotches of crusty rusty red Smeared across prickly plane of the battered basement rug. Burgundy stain I told my...

I can still smell her skin so clearly The "Milk and Honey" hand soap that her mom kept in the house Late nights in her basement, playing...

Don’t feel like making my bed this morning Bubblegum linens balled up in a mess Use tiny nails to tear purple pillow open And a feather...

You told me you wish you had A fish body, small enough To swim into my ear, wade my current Of intrusive thoughts. Know me in And out, in...

Thin yellow paper crinkles Just under chin, catching Blood, sweat, slobber... Blinding white above Spotlights swollen-pink gums and This...