Category: Poetry

  • Day 21: truncated

    is my devotion too much for you?a convent’s walls couldn’t hold this inreverence spilling from the eaves in tendrils and vinesdo you think mine eyes cannot fully conceivethe depth of your sin?

  • Day 20: lost in space

    cigarettes under starlightyou, me, and our bad habitscreate an air of mystery i float halfway to saturn beforeyou loop a finger in the strap of my mary janeand guide me back to hover five inches above the ice melt my lips are a fancy chocolate and your mouth makes a polite pillow by the time…