I have a lot of poetry inside of me that I’d rather not write I’d rather not know Would rather be oblivious to :: I don’t think you’re supposed to start screaming when someone says “mandibular fracture” but it may be that for the rest of my life I will. :: I now know so [...]

My spacetime used to collapse without you in it. I used to mark my coordinates by your comings and goings. If you travel the photon’s trajectory you will find me struggling to make space, to find the time to bundle us together. You will capture an image of me trying to wrap you up in [...]

I’m pretty sure that you tearing the paper and annoying me and me not telling you that I kind of want the sound to shut the fuck up is a metaphor for things. For things between us, specifically you and me and the way I want to kind of destroy you sometimes because I feel [...]

The first night, I sat in a bath tub and made notes on a postcolonial body: I wondered if Canada saw me and the peoples that birthed me. Later, I found out that they were most interested in what percentage I was: exactly how close are you to nigger? They also seemed fascinated by my [...]

compassion is a challenge that most people fail please world, try harder.

You’re beautiful Drop dead. I’m pretty sure Britney meant for these things to go in the other order. But I’m pretty sure I want you to hear them the other way around. Oh shhh, that’s just Washington, D.C. once Chocolate City now kind of tarnished milky bringing out the best in me. prompt

Tell me, she asked, what it’s like to be the source of everyone’s misery To be endless disappointment the edge of a frayed nerve the slow grinding down of sanity to produce tears in ones who never cry. Tell me, she commanded. She knows now. Hence the mad look in her eyes.

we imagine slipping into the ocean the smooth calm of the warm water becoming the shocking pain of ice cold we worry so much about only getting half way down the ladder, our hands and feet becoming glued somewhere between it seems like hell awaits in both directions.

I mean, seriously? That’s really just all I Can say. I mean . . . Seriously?

Your breath is slowing Your voice is quieting and My heart is breaking.