‘Fruit Stand’

It was nothing, to you • But you told me that you would set everything I knew aflame and nursed your coal soul inside of me and I stared at your closet; at your checkered button-down, the way it hid behind all the others, forbidden fruit. I was land-locked, a ship with creaking hull and … Continue reading ‘Fruit Stand’

‘Smells Sweet, not unlike Poison’

I was an uncertain form floating in gloom, stellar gestalt under a pear frond, and you painted the branch that I loved most and we nurtured and we matured and became whole through the time of our own although distant as dust, tethered through greys and through neons, a singular dot, upon our cheeks, beckons … Continue reading ‘Smells Sweet, not unlike Poison’