Hold On

And don’t let go..I said something out loud, something dangerous Something she intentionally misconstrued The way she loves to do She said, "Okay, if that's what you want..." And then she drank, and made me drink And then she sat on me Suddenly Without warning Without a thought about my size She hid me from... Continue Reading →

Wriggle Room

I’m having a bad day I’m having a bad week The entire month is bad This is why I shrank you And bound you to my panties I’ve kept you there for months Stitched thread around your ankles and wrists Tight loops that kept you firmly in place Today I’ll allow you more freedom Wriggle... Continue Reading →

Heartless

I was at a bus stop The kind that crumbles in the sun, even though it has a cover for shade When she sat next to me And started talking At first I didn’t respond Because sometimes, if you don’t respond, they go away But then she said, “They don’t have hearts.” I asked, “Who... Continue Reading →

Bukowskiing

One day last year I was in a bad mood, and reading Charles Bukowski's poems. Both factors combined like baking soda and vinegar, producing this high-school science fair-like mental gurgitation. I'm reposting it now because I'm awake, this one being the third night in a row I wake up right after the middle of the... Continue Reading →

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