love

morningpage.07 (harry potter, spinal column, tinfoil, snoring)

I am learning / to flick a knife open with / one hand I am holding / my breath / for no reason until I calm / all the halfway down I am content / sharing this burrito / with you I cannot take / this much / bliss with me / into the tomb…Read more morningpage.07 (harry potter, spinal column, tinfoil, snoring)

morningpage.06 (cockatrices, hurt, why is the measure of love loss)

yes, I am heavy-handed with / the garlic / with my lovers' eyes / the finicky chicken claw caress that comes with not knowing / how to relax into one's own being -- I mated thrice with a cockatrice / all gamble / no artifice / a comb of eggs hidden under the flap of…Read more morningpage.06 (cockatrices, hurt, why is the measure of love loss)

MRT BORING MACHINE: tunnel vision

first published here, still relevant 9 months later you were sure one of us would get bored, because love is an underground tunnel, the train malfunctions we call communication just proof that affection permits one to overlook mistranslation. the eternal question: why I didn’t respond to your letter, their missives, any sort of correspondence that…Read more MRT BORING MACHINE: tunnel vision

morningpage.05 (tenga egg cell, pcos, azngrrls)

conventionalised caramels. a balding woman. a balding man. your lover not so much bursting through double metal doors as careening slightly. the airport pulling on your eyebags. sick-footed triumph. you're not as young as you used to be. you waited for a long time and you thought it meant something no one told you that all…Read more morningpage.05 (tenga egg cell, pcos, azngrrls)