poetry

I write poems when I'm emotionally stirred so they're rare, but I hope they're worth reading!

yesterday's tea, 

love's blessing 

blood orange kafka

of course I aimed to end up with the stars 

raw oranges for your hunger

abstract words to not think 

all the ways I'd die 

venomous tears from my body of bones 

poem-a-dime 

blood dealer

men I pray to

even if my palms turn red

friends who kiss sometimes

television darks

hot plate of poetry

crossing the border 

a hand crawls up

girl with no impulse control

watch in the microwave