Tag: Summer 2020

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

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

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

when i feel done with a poem it’s like waking up after a risky surgery and feeling pleased to have survived all the knives but

Connect. Take the cup & place the label, look at the order & look at the guy, not in a rush. Easy. Pump. Six times

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

Even though you don’t text me about God anymore, I hear you offering up your grief to him in the silences between us while we

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