Tag: Poetry

Holy Ghost

Some nights I’m young again;         a child choking on the body of Christ.        I read               this is common, that

Crescendo

Consent, however, there was never such a thing. As if when a boy teased you, it only meant he liked you, And if you teased

Gentrification Plan

I The accent. This is self-explanatory. Study the news, slow down, stretch your mouth. Avoid saying steel mill, TV, and smile. They will give you

good luck charm (reversed)

i was born on friday the thirteenth and baptized on halloween four years later. spooky girl, she-who-wears-black-and-not-much- else. when i was small, i whispered little

OUR SEX STRUNG LIKE PAPER LANTERNS

1—Is this the sin our grandmothers spoke of? Organs splayed like butterflies shot down mid-flight.    2—Bedtime stories were set upon beanstalks, their weight pushing

Near the Lake

In the desk drawer. Of immigrant parents. Papers. Never lose documents. Loose documents. Could be sent home. That’s your home. The place you left. So

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