Girls Talk Then they look at me different, the girls who’ve heard I’ve been loveless fucking a boy out of my league, a 9 to my 6, that we’ve had sex without story, without aligning star signs or postcodes or appetites or dreams or references. Soon everyone I know knows too, and, rather than ask, […]
Spine I asked my spine how it keeps me up on days like today when darkness curdles around my shoulders and begins unfurling a cloak of dumbbells and tar, letting gravity coax us to the concrete, atom by atom. Spine says nothing (it never does), re-aligns its stacking, and holds me through.
Touch If a fallen tree protrudes a single branch from a lake like an outstretched hand, but no-one is around to pull him to his feet, will the lightning still see him as the tallest and chop the sky into zig zags to reach down and touch him?
Is this what vertigo feels like? the altitude of the air she brings into the room dizzies the crowd to slow rhythmic whispers and we gravitate towards her for an oxygen mask or a handshake her coat is the same blue you’d find in the blur where sky becomes space her pearls orbit her […]
In the wine-dark ocean he presses his lips to my sternum exhales whale song calling to something lost inside me.