Form 117

Title: Bi

i lie here feeling lame
as sun peeks its head in
through lace curtains.
my breasts are bare,
fighting
as breath goes in
and escapes.
chest heaves
quivers,
e x h a l e.
i touch myself
and think of you.
peppermint
in my palms
that travels to the inside of my thighs.
this guilt
wreaks havoc
on my jelly

S

P

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lusting through electrical wires,
wanting your breath
on my neck.
i get my fix
through pixelation.
sound w  a  v  e  s.
white light.
i talk to you
in sleep,
beg for you
to let up,
to stop suffocating my dreams.
i wonder what your love sounds like?
doubtful
you will ever want to taste mine.

Form 116

Title: Bachelor’s Degree

for four years
they feed us
fat
to the brim
with lies,
shield our eyes.
then let us out
blind
for the vultures
to
eat
us
alive.

Form 115

Title: Anima

your sex waxes
and wanes.
in wax state
your sex
is infused
into my skin.
i rub
your love in
like lotion.
in wane state
your sex,
delicate and faint,
lingers
in the smoke of purple incense.
i am mid breath
when i come
in wax state
and smoggy
color dots
make their way onto the ceiling.
sun
bakes my bare
brown bottom
in wane state.
as soft air
seduces
my toes
at the end of the bed.

Form 114

Purity Ring | Lofticries

Form 113

Azealia Banks | 212

Form 112

Title: x

it is not
that i need
a man’s body;
more
like i need
a body
to tuck behind me,
rest my spine
in their hands.
it is not
that i need
his or hers or their bodies.
more
like i need
peace
from flagrant foes.
maybe even
a tree
to smoke.

Form 111

clear it out
so that i might see.
my tired eyes
are no good
on night’s like these.
i try to sing
beauty
to you
but it escapes me.
and so i strum
a sad, soft tune.
the voice that comes
is that of whiskey
and mixed with
pieces of ice heart
do you miss me?
how do you
claim a love
that was never yours
but always true?
how do you turn
eyes
into two shiny diamond rings?
two strangers
an enigma
and no fuck.
life clears
when i look up.

Form 110

Title: Mermaid Womyn

jealousy
like sea
fills me;
lungs
mostly.
cough up squid
and strangle
words unsaid.

Form 109

Title: done

energy flows
from my fingertips
onto paper.
color speak,
into
this megaphone
and blood
acts
as paint
for the portrait.

Form 108

Title: Will

i often wonder
in winter
if spring will be better.
if the madness
will recede
like snow
under heat of the sun.
if nourishment
will grow me
a flowerpot
to smoke.
if love will
touch me there
where
she dare not spoke.
i often wonder
in winter
if spring will be better.
if the sadness
will abate.
and we hold hands
without fear
in our home state.
instead
we draw pentagrams
with drying blood
and admire
the view
from hell.

Form 107

Title: She’s Evil

i can’t forget his face
the way he said
“don’t leave”.
i can’t forget his face
the way he said
“please.”
and i wished
i could,
for once
break a man’s bones
with ease.

Form 106

Title: untitled

never
has life
ever made
more sense
than when i look
into your eyes.

Form 105

Title: Our Age

enmeshed
in
electric phone lines,
communication
is
antiquated
and
reverie
no longer costs a dime.

swing clinker
to
clinker

S L A M .

draw blood.

fidelity
is hard to find.

Form 104

Title: ela-ty-riaf

she sings songs
of sixpence.
no need
for plum pies.
waif,
she whiffs
and
whisks past
shark, sharp
white teeth.

mumble medley
congregation
in my
flat throat.

figment
of dark
imagination

swan,
not from
toad.

Form 103

Title: Dire 2012

womanhood is to
elude
as
manhood
is
to arrogance.

we
watch the
trees ,
forefathers
replenish
thee
with tears.

d
r
o
w
n

 

millennia babies.