Searching

Text: Rubber coated throatThrows meInto teenage dreamsOf green,Teaming at theSeams. Lean intoThis,Dream of paperbackScented leaves,Escape into the mindOf someone across the world,Live a lifeYou never hadThrough sensations lostCrossedAnd divided. Drink deeply.Lick the salt rim,Stand on the beach you weren’t born on,Walk the roads you’ve never droveAnd call it home.One day it might be.

The Other Body

Hands on the ceilingYou crawl. Legs bent and broken,Up against the wall. Head twisting,Mouth spitting, I wish I couldn’t see youAt all. What are you,But a part of me? A part of meOnly I’m capableTo see. I sing of your existenceCreate artWith resistanceI spread yourBane with assistanceName with insistenceNewly convinced,That I’m a simple mindedFool,Obsessed withAttention.

Heritage

Blank slate. Empty page,Open road,pavement crumbles with eachroll of my tires, each step of my feet. My mother ceased to existwhen I left home, I forgot myself,left somewherein the grocery aisles ofmy childhood. What happens whenI tryto go back? Can I put the road back together again,with melted shoesand beeswax? Can I sniff out the

I’ve Lost You

When reminiscing on the destituteRecall the painAnd acknowledge it by name. Scream it till you’re coarse. Fingertip glanceAt the listOf horrors you once called home. But,Anger is a candle,It’s wicked. Black,Soot lineMascara still in the wrinkles of skinBy your eyes You feel it populate yetSmile with glowing teeth. Have you never watched a candle burn?

Glimmer

Rays of light reach through the windowduring hot, steaming showers. Dust,like glitter,falls. Sunken eyes of woodwatch my every step above. The sink downstairs runs.The children outside laughto the sound of birdsong. These are moments of claritythat I crave so deeply. The opposite of trigger;Glimmer, I’ve been told,is their name. The sensation of calm.

To the Mirror

Text: Shush, Quiet. Time to hold myself,in my softest regard,it’s about time I speak To him. Him,Me. Us. I wonder how lonely it must beto only be one. It has beenseemingly a lifetime Since I felt such quiet. I have not retreated,the enemy has. He dare not desecrate my landfurther,I finally am the soldierI vowed

Staring into the Eyes in the Walls

Shivering graspstaring into eyesinsidefrom behindblack holes in whitened clasp I don’t consider them hiddenI consider them riddenwith diseasebehind seasof thievestake sleevesof hidden things Slipped awayfrom our cloudy cold days. Their findings in frost,collections of loststand between inch thick walls. We constantly peerinto their abyss veneersheer,but yet we will never get near Do you know that