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...

5 years old,
and two inches small...

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

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

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

Bloody, plum colored
digits...

Sun glows through curtains,
coffee is bitter heaven...

I don't know how to adjust
to the barcode erased from my body...

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