ink

the white peony reached up her leg,
exploding into the yellow orange joy
of her fair weathered fancy

pollination occurs when he takes
silver bees and needle branches
alabaster thigh/new to summer

of her most choking explosion
the peony, king of keeping spirit easy
squeezes into steps so to end them

if they didn't want me to put my phone up my pussy, they shouldn't make them vibrate

circles as small

she ran around
in circles as small
as the twirls of skirt
and a hurried pick to
flamingo by the neck

the last five shades of my big toe and the other four

sea the change?
it's not like in the movies
breathe life
thanks a wind million
i want to be a lone star

pern

gina ross itty bittie
generosity bit he

micro raps

i'm so waxed but he's still flaccid
i'm a basketcase that baskin in that acid

i.p.d

intellectual property damage

freyja's vignettes

at the place i blew snot bubbles
over over sized breakfast and i loved him once

i dropped a spoon today
it fell with and honest and confused clank

we texted you to see what it meant
and it meant you said that a child was coming
and i, a twist smile said oh no
it must be my birthday

that night she whisper
sang in my ear with a tender timbre
little teeny mouse boo such
a small spoon for tea

in the living room someone said ew
then someone and the first someone said ew
then someone else and the first two said ew
and who was i to not say ew. ew. yehhk.
no one.

chap book so soon

please please please please please please please please please please tell me where is this where do i go what do i do why am i here am i wasting time? who am i supposed to be supposed to see here or is it there. is it now is it then is it never when was i ever supposed to know where when i’ve never seen her i’ve never really looked but i’ve seen in my dreams such a scene where her hair scared me i walked i thumped i stumbled my legs sank into my socks and my socks sank into my shoes and my shoes stayed on my bedroom floor and my clothes were a compressed tunnel i never dared to enter or else my teeth would fall out of my head and my head would be caught grabbing at gums and i would let them lay like fake spaghetti in my lap my mouth agape i gave you everything i could or i would if you would will yourself to be anywhere at all i could see you please please please please please don’t leave me screaming here every night i’ve known

tambourine girl

i would tell you
about the songs i like that
i think you would like
on the podcasts i
listen to when
i sleep alone
but

first dance

i'm worried she will explode
like a gypsy wedding dress
with faulty wiring
and i'm the seamstress
in the corner
with the fire
extinguisher

this summer at water country

loony loogie luge lagoon 

oh honey

he feels guilty like a guillotine

about anything by any means

oh have you ever seen a scene

so mean by means of mentioning