poetry Are you cheating on me? 24 Jan 2019August 7, 2020 Are you cheating on me?We once fell in love, but have I fallen so farthat my words cannot reach you anymore?Was my sexuality too asymptomatic for your hyper-realistic fantasy?Do I…
poetry Twitter Canto / January 15, 2019 15 Jan 2019August 6, 2020 Maybe if you didn't want women to be attracted to women,you shouldn't have sexualized them so aggressively in mediaand only expect half the population to feel some type of way.…
poetry January 8, 2019 8 Jan 2019August 6, 2020 It took a lot for me to love you,and since then, I haven't given that privilege to anyone else. Not to say that I miss you, of course.I've taken the…
poetry December 16, 2018 16 Dec 2018August 6, 2020 The first night at home alone in my bed,I thought about texting you.How I hope that your winter isn't too cold,cause last year, that's what I'd do.At first, I thought…
poetry November 22, 2018 22 Nov 2018August 6, 2020 Thank you for giving me the time to write back properly.I woke up this morning thinking abouthow long I've kept these words to you,trying to translate or perfect themand hundreds…
poetry November 7, 2018 7 Nov 2018August 6, 2020 I napped in your bed the other day while you cleaned around me,like I belonged in the mess and honesty of your bedroom.So don't worry, friend.I'll keep you awake and…
poetry The Big Bad Wolf / October 23, 2018 23 Oct 2018August 6, 2020 You, a dog,under the prestigious guise of wolfskin,tremble in cowardice,afraid of your potential. They say all dogs go to heaven,but that same kindness cannot be offered to all in the…
poetry October 22, 2018 22 Oct 2018August 7, 2020 Friday passes in a cold, light shower,lulled by the false pretense of productivity.Communal grogginess nurses my hangover,yet we remain. We put off lunch with pocky sticks and making fun of…
poetry To the Fly / October 21, 2018 21 Oct 2018August 7, 2020 To the fly. You, a dirty, short-lived inspiration. By the time I finish this,thousands of you will already be dead.So I'll keep it short.For creatures so small,you are capable of…
poetry Oct. 20, 2018 20 Oct 2018August 6, 2020 It is the time of nightwhen I wish I had more time with you.We met, like a bullet to the heart,but the surgeon's hands were steady and sure,as if they've seen…
To & From the Void 