Category: Poetry

  • Day 24: ticklish?

    what’s it like to hold me?wouldn’t you like to knowthe sound of my softest sighsthe intimacy of my laughrippling near your earwhen you discover the dip of my waistwith those curious wandering fingers?

  • Day 22: walk on the ocean

    i go to the ocean intent on drowning my paini find you there in every grain of sandtucked into crevices in the rockslurking in tide pools, tentacles reaching for my ghost fingers tiny pink shellsspiraling in on themselveslike my heart spirals in on itselfwithout you