making space

we r a not of this world ppl n the absence of places 2 b / we hav mooovd ourselves 2 other planets / planted our colorless flags on invisible cratered space / & called dibs on a new moon on our moon we breathe free / & never worry of foot on neck / … Continue reading making space

“princess n d pink”

once / when i was married which wuz an un x pected thing a whisper / a gossip thing / a much ado bout no thing / a love less attempt @ accept ting / i put on a pink tshirt my exwife laffed / real nerv us like  / & axed y u wearin … Continue reading “princess n d pink”

stilletto

i have always wanted to walk on air wear heels, high up lifted above life no dirt on the bottom feet renewed through fasting and giving up the ground I found something sublime in the lift something pure in the abstinence and always believed dirt is a complicated thing on heels i might avoid treading … Continue reading stilletto

the soiling

  he fingered her lace, widening the holes, little to no regard that they would never shrink to their original size. it was skin, delicate and servile, ornamental in his eyes. in the end, her porous body was broken, shattered, like silver fragments of mirror reflections of fading brightness, shining even in decline. she held … Continue reading the soiling