There were two levers. You made your decision, And pulled it. Thought yourself so clever, To offer then retract provisions, Playing the hero and victim; you were so full of shit. There were two lovers You cheated on one with the other, Then throw temper tantrums claiming my clear vision is superstition. But…

I’m getting the fuck over you; I’m following through, Like you asked me to, Like you said you wanted me to. But do you realize you blew Up almost every possibility For me to be Present for the promise we Made together about the end of your life? …

Over the bowl, I wretch. Growing my soul, I stretch. Panic drives me To relentlessly Dispel this emptiness Clawing and gnawing within. There was so much that could’ve been done to prevent this. Here I am; disappointed again. There is nothing to heave; For I have struggled to eat. Nor is…

There is heat in freezing. I used to think I was weak or depleting; Too little to be worth greeting, But it is not that I am not good enough to be heating. I am the heat in freezing. I am enough. I am a scarce resource That no extraction could force. I am…

Annie, Annihilate me; Crush me to pigment That you may paint with my tears. 5/27/2020

My writing is imperfect; Not only because perfection is a conceptualized ideal With an ever-receding finish line, But also because I write What I want to say; And I don’t write What I think people want to hear. 5/27/2020

The ocean appears in many hues Sometimes varying shades of blues, Sometimes deep as wine, Oh, so divine. Sometimes green Like you have ever seen, Sometimes dazzling aquamarine, But today It is a warm gray. This deep, transparent charcoal Mesmerizing, hypnotizing, Has me under its control. Contrasted against the white Waves’ foam so bright, I just might Stay here all night. My spirit soars, Like…

Squirrels bark a hazy, unintimidating growl, While hummingbirds chitter merrily out of sight. Late November is known for weather that is dreary and foul; but today the sun shines warm and bright. Animals are fluffing up for the winter: Their dens, their fur, their wiggly body fat. …

My eyes drudge open, blinking several times before locking into unison. How am I here? When did I arrive at my ex’s apartment? I never felt safe here. I shiver, recalling memories of abuse; feeling them pass around and through me. But this is different… I sense immediate danger. Why…