Words

Published poems

I love to get fuck

I walk to the river and get it

I spread my legs and it gives it

I let the walk And the river give fuck

Published in the lickety~split, February 2022

“Till death do us part”

is a challenge to death,

to life, petals pried

from the bud, flayed

and littered like slips

of fish along Via Aurelia—

Love, uncured will

not protect you.

Gather your flowers.

and

receipts pile up in a bowl on your nightstand

and

the tiger rug by your bed says “i’m wounded, but i’m grrreat!”

and

your paisley eyes nest into mine

and

you attach your eggs to me like an African Tumbu Fly

and

you pull my hair wringing every last drop

and

while you wash up i collect the errant strands

and

sprinkle them around your apartment like tinsel

Published in the Esthetic Apostle, July 2019