Verge

Mer­cury is lighter than each breath I’m banded by metal pincers Yet strangely I crave pain. I want to crawl into a small Space and be hurt Badly By someone merciless So that I’d feel jus­ti­fied in crying. I’d feel safer Somehow Wait­ing for...

Newtown

watch me walk­ing down your streets i’m in your veins down there’s the duplex I lived in 9 years ago, deep in your belly, under your skin, damp and cold but carefree. up there’s the ter­race where I came back to you and you pun­ished...

Membership

so, I refuse to tick your box even though I might tickle your fancy. It’s enough. You roughly hand me my coat As you fail to handle my desires. If only it was as easy as that, Simple as I’d ease my fingers Into you — I’m sure you’d...

My sister, the hydra

She’s suf­foc­at­ing in the midst of red blown glass each breath shat­ters silence crazed chaotic edges her bal­ance is delicate, slid­ing insane she slips into mad­ness and eleg­ant pain You fail to fathom her purposes absurd out­bursts and alienation...

first time

for jason when I touched your skin you trembled — no other fingertips had fluttered there before you caught your breath tried to still your ragged shaking I stroked your arm and kissed your eyes shut

gamelan mat matan

the notes tumble from the gongs swirl­ing around my head, settling on thoughts like stray feathers moment­ar­ily until, breeze-like, a cymbal tickles a higher pitch and brushes it onward. Down­ward, inward. How can music live with The decisions of...