‘Pocket Worry’

I taste like soot, charcoal drawings and acrylic paints, shoving your red raw fist into your mouth, choking on blood and snapping your fingerbones with your teeth, broken. • my soul is too large for here, and my heart is too big for your hands. I say I am sorry, for loving too much, for … Continue reading ‘Pocket Worry’


‘Sweet Woman!’

You touched her like she was seven layers of cake, consumed her, frosting and icing, licked the plate clean. You inhale the haze alongside her, perch on a porch with a lit match between your fingers, laugh and remember. She touches your knee, you see? That is remembering. • There is a photograph of you, … Continue reading ‘Sweet Woman!’