poetry

malaise trap

just the carcass not the soul, that’s all that moves today.

almond

tender is the heart that aches past the midnight hour;

Sink or Sail

Sinking sand, slipping I slide into a suffocating hug.

body talk

i saw a video of xtina earlier where they counted backward through her aging

Reach!

An apology isn’t enough—

Hug

Angel oak limbs brush the ground in heavy swooping curves.

20s

in ur 20s ur supposed to drink & have sex loudly & party hard til

Fluency

I wish my words could curl into the air

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