here is forever
my lesson
this one's for the blue girl
we are sweating bullets
a girl doesn't always know what to do with her self
lonely girls & shaky hearts
preoccupations w/ lines
slinging pale dreams
look boys. here is a girl
letters to a mother who cannot read
poems for elise ( female suicide cluster inside your head )
a few small nips
four owls in bed, stuttering
he says there are no beginnings
boiling into a new bloom
to crush a lily
on licking fresh blisters
eight hour half life
collecting rainwater for ducks & such
apt. 5 plastic flapping w/ head bowed, always
3 dollars a basket (case
)
regrets & such
for billie whose insides are quite intricate
this is a poem
bending we are bent
rent to own girl
venus
ode to roger blackburn
driving 45 sedated
the truth
is
mantra meat men mercy
love, the
catacomb lovely
on pulling poems from a torso
hotpockets
in search of her own
in honor of
come with me now into forever, raw
for dad whose hands weave hickory quite perfectly
it's not easy to find love
a poem for the restless
we're coming undone
blues & blacks on white canvas
i have no gauze
watch for it. it's coming
( he's having a baby. my belly is empty. )
two blue junes
in tribute to her manic self
9 second montage of revolution
concrete glass visions
sticky sweet delirious
( vi . sion . ar. y )
a poem for virginia protesting her demise
the girl you created
psst...gunslinger
disco blue glitter fuck me ink
daylight savings time
436 miles west of blackstone
on the perfect day
good morning, jane
two seconds before
deep shade of rose
into autumn i fall
savannah rouge in the summe
r
to little girls
boxcar children
when instinct is higher than
go
if you study a woman
if you and i are poetry
before leaving after loving
a girl
afternoon encounter of the mystical kind
O, you filthy meatbox
observations at 2 am
god is my uterus
a poem for july who is thinking of leaving
the mosaic of a girl
last letter to the boy
wry, exciting
logan rocks it for an audience of one
assorted tales to be told after 60
swallow for me, good boy
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we're coming undone
blues & blacks on white canvas
i have no gauze
watch for it. it's coming
( he's having a baby. my belly is empty. )
two blue junes
in tribute to her manic self
9 second montage of revolution
concrete glass visions
sticky sweet delirious
( vi . sion . ar. y )
a poem for virginia protesting her demise
the girl you created
psst...gunslinger
disco blue glitter fuck me ink
daylight savings time
436 miles west of blackstone
on the perfect day
good morning, jane
two seconds before
deep shade of rose
into autumn i fall
savannah rouge in the summe
r
to little girls
boxcar children
when instinct is higher than
go
if you study a woman
if you and i are poetry
before leaving after loving
a girl
afternoon encounter of the mystical kind
O, you filthy meatbox
observations at 2 am
god is my uterus
a poem for july who is thinking of leaving
the mosaic of a girl
last letter to the boy
wry, exciting
logan rocks it for an audience of one
assorted tales to be told after 60
swallow for me, good boy
here is forever
my lesson
this one's for the blue girl
we are sweating bullets
a girl doesn't always know what to do with her self
lonely girls & shaky hearts
preoccupations w/ lines
slinging pale dreams
look boys. here is a girl
letters to a mother who cannot read
poems for elise ( female suicide cluster inside your head )
a few small nips
four owls in bed, stuttering
he says there are no beginnings
boiling into a new bloom
to crush a lily
on licking fresh blisters
eight hour half life
collecting rainwater for ducks & such
apt. 5 plastic flapping w/ head bowed, always
3 dollars a basket (case
)
regrets & such
for billie whose insides are quite intricate
this is a poem
bending we are bent
rent to own girl
venus
ode to roger blackburn
driving 45 sedated
the truth
is
mantra meat men mercy
love, the
catacomb lovely
on pulling poems from a torso
hotpockets
in search of her own
in honor of
come with me now into forever, raw
for dad whose hands weave hickory quite perfectly
it's not easy to find love
a poem for the restless