Category: Poems
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ghost
Familiar with the feeling of floors, and walls, their endless textures, of things I’ve run my fingers over, busying them, grounding myself, proving somehow that I’m still here. Textures, sharp and dull and falling away, crumbling on a microscopic level, lodging between the lines, of fingers’ grooves, permanently part of me, as real as can…
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tampered
Note: this is a revision of my previous poem, 2 weeks in Mourning: My dad died two weeks ago. When I felt years younger. Simply alive, then not alive. Both of us, in a way. Alone in the ward, his final breath, shared only with strangers, joined in whispering ether, of others, lost in…
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(ex)it
Sullen, sallow, hollow boy, Carved out and cut away, Like shredded remains of placenta, malformed clusters, clumps of flesh-food Human remains fed upon by something that devours without teeth. Scraped away, viciously pulled. cut into ribbons. The womb now forever empty Blood for life, tossed aside, thrown…
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2226
Neighbors to the left were Jones. The right, maybe closer to us, Paulette, and mother Pearl Hicks. Some cannibal of kindness, An oyster’s prize plucked away. devourer of minds, Me and you and she astray, Maybe some don’t know or feel But I think about her, in my way. Lost and alone, but found her…
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two weeks
My dad died two weeks ago. When I was younger. And he was just alive. My memories have changed Each now re-filed, newly stamped, One by one A little red burn, smoking parchment Brain diligently checking them all Smash that mark down each and every one of them Redefining it as it burns into me.…