poetry

(sugar scrub) I exfoliated again today sloughed off a layer of dead s k i n and I am learning

(bookmark) after you died I bought a notebook and began to write your story our story the beginning when we

(guidance) when I die there better be some version of Afterlife Google Maps because I'm hightailing it to

(ownership) the question written on the form had me gutted: “do you own any pets?” an unintentional stab of the

(flowers) part i you sent me flowers and the gesture was kind but soon they’ll die and if you

(waltzing with water) I love to sit by a window and stare at the rain out there beyond the glass

(lightning season) It’s lightning season inside of me I feel the static  electricity, the buzzing, roaring inside my chest,

(questions) Life is as wonderfully confusing as answering “yes” to the question asking, “this or that?” Life is as infinitely

(coffee with cream) when you shed light on my darkness  I won’t illuminate  like sunshine on shadows- instant vibrancy

(my body) my body is an hourglass,  they said they said but my sand is a nuisance,  they said they