Category Archives: Poetry
Feast
When I am empty, I gorge myself on the remembered tastes of all my lovers. I can bite into the saltsweat of this one’s fear, and breathe in the whiskysmoke of that one’s lust, and fill myself on the feast … Continue reading
Holding My Own
I’ll make sure to remember, while I’m going down with the ship, that you left me with this. I’ll make sure to remember, while I’m rearranging these deck chairs, that you just sat there. I’ll make good goddamn sure I … Continue reading
Baton
Catch me if you can, my hand outstretched, reaching for you even as you run — we do this relay in remembrance of a partnership we once had. When I falter, you will overtake me, and when I fall, you … Continue reading
The Honeymoon is Over
I am the last of the white hot nobodies, burning out to ash in a vacuum of cold silence. Don’t cry for me; I won’t remember my own pain in but a moment. All is well.
To Begin Again
It is hard to start over, hard to begin again, when the lines you think you might color outside turn out to be not lines, not grooves, but chasms. Inside and outside, they are the borders that keep you where … Continue reading