lately i wake up with stale acetylene in my throat, out of breath and everything else too. i make wordless vessels mumble my curriculum vitae of not breathing. stitched lips, draped in a jaw, clenched and stiff with guilt. my room … Read More →

emptiness so boisterous, knives feather around it; that’s what i fill my vases with, of course there’s a white flower dangling on top. i lie on the floor and trace chandeliers with broken glass, be quiet, absolute … Read More →

i’m a statue of ash stitched together with stale air, my fears snuggle up in the cracks of walls, the ones that i paint like sour cream; they bundle up between the crinkles on my piled up laundry, dressed like overdue receipts of … Read More →

i’m drawing a dull headache on the walls; noise smeared across the room. wreaths braided with a noose - people aren’t a pinhole out your darkness but you don’t see that, in the dark. so you punch holes in people … Read More →

i’ve been hanging mismatched smithereens of life on my bones, some days when you break open splinters of laughter in my gut, the emptiness walks itself out the door. I’m sneaking into my own body like a stray cat, the … Read More →

the cat sits there digging its claws into the linty mattress, she drowsily dumps her head on the floor; pinned against the knots in air - like a dull mustard painting waiting to be sold in those dimly lit indie art houses; i keep … Read More →

hang yourself upside down till all the pieces fit in, squeeze your thighs into an old lover’s corset. shut it, fucking shut it okay? press your skin against the glass and wait for it to gnarl on the grass. I’m not making any … Read More →

i’m worried about her she hasn’t slept in days, when she does, she’s screaming about graveyards in her sleep. when she starts talking, it’s like looking in a mirror. i’m horrified, i tell her; shush … Read More →

the navy robed shadow drags his drenched boots, he cascades like a stick figure under the dome eating itself up. his mouth is stuffed with hardened bread, it falls off his skin like the wall peeling itself down, in abandoned … Read More →

a crisp day neatly hangs between summer dresses you don’t wear. the angels in yellow frown at your flaxen shear. bland cereal starts staring back at your flat eyes half a fist of sorrow passes through your ribs. you carry the … Read More →

look! there’s a neon train galloping in the sky; look, it’s looking at me. I’m so special it’s gonna run over me, darling, you know right? tiptoeing around burnt asphalt on highway rails, i’m … Read More →

men close my palms with pamphlets of desirability, all of them begin with pursed lips; all of them end with me shrinking. i sit by the window and cajole myself with feminist poetry, while i let them dress me up with needles; i say … Read More →

here’s what I remember there’s a troubled lady in my head, walking up and down all of the alleys visited only by the dead. sixteen circles around time, with a noose, she measures its threads like rosary beads. epitaphs are … Read More →

three summers back i took a train, i’m still looking to get off or any preposition you’d like. plath said its neurotic, the way i fling myself on every crumb of desire, and flinch at its sight. i quietly whisper to one … Read More →

dearest, get my fur coat and gloves I should like to go out and soak my head in soup. instead I hammer it on the mailboxes stinking of elegies; you’re dancing under the candy floss sky in a white dress, my eyes are stitched with … Read More →

it all began in bright hysteria, a purple syrup you swallow; the one lovers smear on their palms- you might as well call it the moment sitting at the edge of a knife, legs dangling atop fervent obsession. all night i count the … Read More →

there’s a tired boy outside my window, his face flutters with the wind; sand waiting to be washed over by the waves. it keeps returning, a sigh stuffed in your mouth, with alien mannerisms you don’t follow. sometimes tired falls … Read More →

my eyes flinch under your footsteps, you’re stitching a doom on my fingers; an infinite needle dips itself in my skin- rusted with my dad’s vaine gloire. you see, my father likes to talk about his forefathers; quite … Read More →

watch you watch me, flung my head off my eyeballs; now i only exist in front of the mirror watching, i’m screaming in the middle of the afternoon; wrapped myself in sheets till i feel like a person again, don’t you … Read More →