Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
She used to feel like home. back when I couldn’t tell the difference between the hand I wanted to hold and the thumb she held me under. The crushing pressure of my reflection sinking further until I couldn’t see myself existing outside of her shadow. And just like my home, Read more
Blue-fire trumpet perking her young velvet, little blossomed bud new & blue-brite kind, strung noble on her vine. Plucked, not plumped-up or blushed fully Heavenly yet. Blue-Whirling flame of hot-cool Heaven fire. Royal & sweet hot-oiled, delicately spread— open for the inhale of morn. Petal peeled back, downcast blues lighting Read more
Mr. Harley was one of those fun, quirky uncles who filled a room, except he wasn’t family. He was always at our house. I can clearly picture him perched up on dad’s ladder, a roll-your-own smoke dangling from his bottom lip, one long muscled arm holding a ream of wallpaper Read more
Blue paisley when she feels humble Green polka dots when the beauty parlor is closed Stars and stripes for the Fourth Red and green for Yuletide Magenta for seducing the department chair Navy blue for telling my father it never happened Pink and yellow for the parent-teacher conference Beige to Read more
darling dare me to share my craving held close fluid in dreams help me darling exonerate my whisper of denial cajole the eros restrained under your jurisdiction I will submit revelling reaching touching divine deliverance this wish will come true I carry in my soul a lifetime of benediction gratefully Read more
There are times when I want to take facts and change them. I want to take the life around me, and in me, and turn it into a story. I want to rewind, and cut and splice. Leave some parts out altogether; reverse the chronology; take the raw material of Read more
She walks to the deli to get some lunch. She will get catcalled, but she’ll pretend she hasn’t heard it. Her pace and heartbeat will increase with every additional comment, the unwanted attention crawling up her legs like an invisible hand. She’ll want to say something, but she’ll remember the Read more
They burn her bedding the day she dies, garments, a bonfire while the household cries. Fabric cloth, linen, scarletina touched, servants collect — await a doll that’s clutched, static — protected, grandmother’s arms, bisque infant fevers cannot harm, Agatha, grey glass eyes undressed, a grim surprise, insufficient porcelain, modest dressing Read more