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lies like a pretty boy’s hands

Smear the brownie under the bower’s knee to sweeten the pain of the stance. My elbows are spikes, nailing me flat into reality, hinging me up and down like a doll flailing in dance. Are we real? My hips hold the secrets to the universe, swaying when I waltz, causing lurches of gravity on aContinue reading “lies like a pretty boy’s hands”

Witches and Fishes

part 2 of Can’t Catch Me Now (find part 1 at this link) *** Mother was a witch, my father caught fish together they raised one beautiful girl and by raised I mean neglected, (TW: neglect and abuse so skip this account if you can’t stand the truth) In my earliest memories I ate foodContinue reading “Witches and Fishes”

Hold me closer/human starving soul

And our souls are starving I know I’ve said it before but our souls are starving craving some kind of connection gay gay super gay– I just want us all to be okay, kay? There’s power in labels, power in names, shouting from the rooftops, we’ve decades to reclaim we’re gay gay super gay ifContinue reading “Hold me closer/human starving soul”

Frage Stight

Maneuver a bull on the stage, lime lights seeing red read your lines in a dizzy haze black out cue the narrator: the popsicle obstacle went on a journey in this journal, where Brother Blood meets Mother Mud is when Jose complains no way he’ll crochet, sodadoughs are almost palindromic but yikes the lemon lightContinue reading “Frage Stight”

legend has it

(part 1 of Can’t Catch Me Now) Legend has it our ancestors came crawling from the ocean to avoid a whirlpool and built log huts to sleep in then never left. Legend has it, the whirlpool came from an angered sea god, and legend says a land god gave our ancestors legs and lungs toContinue reading “legend has it”

Perfection-whism

Sometimes I feel I have to present my bestest self just for someone to take notice, and if nobody does I just gotta try harder. I just gotta cut sharper through the apathy, trickle a clever-er metaphor into someone’s heart like suddenly their veins will go “Oh, I understand.” But sometimes, I need to breakContinue reading “Perfection-whism”

Anxiety’s got its boot to the neck

As much as I demand it let up, anxiety keeps its boot to my throat, leaving me crevices to breathe while all my instincts shout get out get out, get up run before each smiling stranger hiding fangs (so hungry) finishes the job– mustn’t let anyone see me this way, I’m, yeah, I’m okay ((anContinue reading “Anxiety’s got its boot to the neck”

May my rage sustain me

I don’t know how to make sense of the world I don’t know how to cure it, like water seeping through my hands all I’m left with is a hope a drop drying out my skin, collective action wrecked in factions another poem added to the archive fury uphold this perseverance is my existence resistanceContinue reading “May my rage sustain me”

Wisdom of the Ancients

If I could go back to my prime with all I know now, maybe I could really accomplish something. Make something of my joyous name, make this laughing spell between us stay the same. But what is my “prime”? Seven years old, innocent, playing games of succession? Eleven, on the cusp of depression? Older, myContinue reading “Wisdom of the Ancients”