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Pyromania
you looked at me like I was fire.
you stoked the embers
but you only wanted to watch
the flames flourish,
you never actually wanted
to play.
now I’m all burned up
like a red hot
slipped down another throat,
settling into the pit of another stomach
I can’t reach the bottom of.
make a mold of me
and set me in the furnace,
I’ll dry hard into an
image of who
I used to be.
bitch
painted nails pale pink
the vulva diaries
pinstripes after a bar fight
go home
I sleep alone at night
fast fashion
“I broke the sweatshop paradigm” said Dov
He’s making the assumption that
he was the first,
that he is the only,
and that he even matters.
Big fish nibbling on little fish
in a vast sea of global conscience.
You call it slavery,
I call it “on sale.”
bloodless
I fall asleep on my arm.
I wake up tingling.
I feel the blood pulse back into
my purple fingers.
Death is limbs that have fallen asleep,
and then creeps to your head.
waiting for the bus/ date night
she flicked the ash of her cigarette onto the concrete.
her ass was so cold from the sedate and somber
bus bench she fidgeted on.
crossed, uncross, crossed, uncross,
legs unhinged like a marionette.
little letters scroll across the bottom of her vision,
“shut the fuck up shut the fuck up.”
the man sitting next to her
continued talking about himself
while she silently smoked
and waited for the bus to come
which would never take her
far enough away
from all the men who wanted love
but didn’t know how to do
any loving.
co-dependency
when i have a child,
someday
i’ll have a child,
when i put away
my wicked ways
and generously
multiply,
i’ll let my daughter
wear her hair like a boy’s
if she wants to,
i’ll let her dress in whatever
she feels happiest in,
i’ll let her know everyday
that though she is
a part of me,
she is separate from me,
and i will let my child
be the child,
and i will be
the parent.
Now it’s a drive-thru and it used to be my home
looking into this building
peering in from the outside
I know the years and weight
of all these moments will
crush me
The demolition hasn’t come yet
but I can feel the nostalgia forming
even as I walk backwards
keeping the neon sign
in view
nights spent naked on the bedroom floor
raw beauty
the pollen tender
spider legs for
eyelashes that break
and crawl across her cheek
is it that vulnerability
is beauty or is it
beauty is only
wasted on the vulnerable
i find her breakable and
i want to break, i find her
strung up in my dreamcatcher
and i will catch her
and eat her wings.
these fragile things.
artificial
You always
called back
to apologize,
even when
it was my
fault.
You were a
good man
in that way,
and I think
I loved your
love for me
more than
I loved your
heart on my
sleeve.
Laid / Maid
He tried to tell me
That there was more
Fish in the sea
I replied
That there was only
One mermaid
