Category: Poetry

Wear your years with a flourish of garb.

I am an unborn fox child

I’ve tried to imitate animals my whole life. On gloomy days I’m as lazy as a cat and after long days of work I stretch out over the cold kitchen floor like an old dog.

Your head on fire.

All day I wonder what to do.

part of me is always hidden buried beneath a wedding ring & a husband

when the next day she asks why, i say, "we'll stay on this earth because." there are too many ways to finish a sentence for it to ever be finished.