‘Body Heat’

It has been cold. • But summer sun has beaten my back red, raw, rotten and skin, flesh has deepened with the lines of the tendrils of light cusping the curves I loathe grab, grab, tear a victim to circumstance and consequence, or a child, parent lost, crying in the sandpits with empty paws and … Continue reading ‘Body Heat’

‘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’