faith

The other day, my sister asked about my pronouns and it felt like a confessional– I laid out all my sins for her to judge them, “yes, I’m questioning who I am (dear God, am I questioning?) but no, I have no intention to do anything. Dear sister, I’m not a lost sheep, I’m notContinue reading “faith”

Haunted or Wanted?

I spotted a shadow all alone to my eyes, dancing in the suburb street. The shadow’s ears and tail flicked toward me and, startled, I hurried home, but when I got there the shadow hadn’t moved from the asphalt dance floor. I didn’t go back and ask what the shadow was waltzing for, I wentContinue reading “Haunted or Wanted?”

Me and My 202nd Post

For my 202nd post, I will be doing the same thing as my 201st post–a poem (if you’d like to support this blog, consider buying me a pizza. *** Sleep deprived, I am still alive, and words slough off of brain, tripping over themselves in my limp noodleness to srtike the keyboard just right, butContinue reading “Me and My 202nd Post”

My Imaginary Friend

Oh oh o-woah oh. Imaginary friend, let’s sneak out tonight. Let’s pretend neither of us are people. You can be Stardapple, I’ll be Moonleaf, we can prowl like black cats down the sidewalks, to the park. We can climb up the playground poles, we can hang upside down from the slides. In the wood chipsContinue reading “My Imaginary Friend”

Can you hear the violence?

Yes, I stole this line from a Lorde song. No, this poem has nothing to do with “The Louvre.” — thunder bones by midnight, I can be a cannon too; however tired and styrofoamed in silence I sit, my ribs beat for violence. I can wake the sleeping suburbs with my scream rip up theirContinue reading “Can you hear the violence?”

Phobia

Help me, they’re coming for me– 12:37 am I shine my phone’s flashlight under the bed, in the closet, beneath the dresser, up and down the walls I wipe the floor with tissues the vent slats the outlets 1:23 am I crawl from under the covers turn on the lamp bend over and stare underContinue reading “Phobia”

The Symbol of Lullabies

Somehow, over the years, “lullaby” has grown into a symbol in my writing. For comparison’s sake, lullabies in real life entail quiet, soothing songs to help children fall asleep. Lullabies in my head have come to represent clinging to childhood or innocence, art/beauty lost in the past, and the comfort we hold to to carryContinue reading “The Symbol of Lullabies”