Tag Archives: poem
You Said It First
Today you said it first. Unprompted. I feel giddy, like the time I held the back of the chair and let him drop two-inch stripes over my back again and again and again. I know you think it should be … Continue reading
Practicing Magic
You’re not good at exorcising your demons So often you pick them up and hold them up to the light, shake them around, let them even shine a little, inspect them for rough edges, for torn bits. Here’s your mistake: … Continue reading
Play On
Oh you, you’ll be bad for business, you. You’ll be the death of me, the death of all I know and love. Your eyes are just like his. Just like I wanted mine to be. It’s too late in the … Continue reading
There/Not There
slipping down reaching clawing wet hands bloody hands reaching grasping in the slick slip mud slide down the pitch right to the edge right to the edge hang on hang on hang on hold on too late falling done falling … Continue reading
You Call Me A Liar
You would not like the real me. I tell you this all the time. I tell you this as I take off my coat, my sweater, my mask, my face. I tell you this as I unzip my skin. I … Continue reading