Everything I am doing says I love you. I hope you’re reading this. I hope you hear it between your ears. I hope you know. Because I know if you did you’d never let me know.
I don’t know what else to do So I am turning you into a poem I am here to remind you That is what you were made for The girl whose hands turned my blood to gold You are a poem I can no longer say out loud But inside inside me your name is […]
This is not a poem. This is not a letter. This is not a plea. This is a negotiation. This is a good night kiss. This is what I have in mind. Open slowly for me, like stitches coming undone, One at a time, soft and sweetly cut under the swift nick of the blade. Make […]
Naomi says that a lover’s name gone too long unspoken turns the pink of the mouth red with the warm, metallic flavour of loss which has no word to call its own. Mine is a mouthful of blood from the split abscess of your name unsaid, I think now of love and god and all […]
I know hurt Like fingers know a paper cut, Like a femur in two, Like raw skin on fire. I know what it is to miss you, Beloved And I swear, I will take the wound every time.
Dear Frida, I once had a lover who looked at me like maybe I was magic. And I hung everything on that maybe, When they weren’t looking at me at all. Maybe you were talking about a mirror, Frida. Because I no longer want a lover who looks at me that way. And I […]
I miss you in a way that makes me forget how a thing tastes. I miss you, lover, like I have forgotten my own smell. But you like that. You like a terrifying beauty. Don’t you.