#elizabethannpoetry

a man in my office says we’re in end times and I’m prone to believe him

windshield bullet hole delicately
stretches her tendrils

light my deep oceanblue sadness on fire

red flags don't warn me because they feel like home

we're parallel toed earth trembled, in our mouths tasting

chafed thighs,
raw with want.

I didn't have a plan regarding how I would pull weft through ivory warp.

a pinewood trailer park bedroom door held my tiny fists pounding fury.

my belly is soft land spilling over with memories of daggers.

ev'ry morning, my cats witness trails of carnage