Tag Archives: confusion
Spindle (it just doesn’t mean what you think it means)
He asked if he could come over. He was old enough to be my father. He asked if he could show me something. I told him yes. I was naive. He was hungry for it. That much, I knew. I … Continue reading
Tell Me You Know
I have no need of your misery; I am creating my own in mixed media — the watercolor of tears and the tempera of blood, glitter and confetti for every single fake celebration of life. Glue it to the canvas … Continue reading
I Would Be Fed
Occasionally I see you, and I want to peel your skin away and wear it. I would make a gorgeous you, but I would get to keep all of my insides. I like my insides best, but I like your … Continue reading