I wasn’t told that your kids
make you wanna throw yourself in a river with...

You held my tears in your hands,
and tipped my chin upward to meet your eyes...

I would give anything for the relief of
an unbelievably fresh, sleek, sharp razor blade...

I feel like the pain I have been waking up with
since they “removed” my cancer...

I’ve always struggled with emotional connection.
So I compensate for...

Poetry is art for the insane.
A minor keyed melody...

5 years old,
and two inches small...

I've realized that I
probably won't see justice...

Think, chew, next.
Sauce, chocolate, cheese...

This is corporate jewelry.
The wealthy elderly woman weeping...

I've inhaled the scent of lilac and turquoise...
and exhaled the joy with the texture of paint...

Bloody, plum colored
digits...