WHAT’S LEFT

The bleary comes To meet the weepy Before sitting down Next to sleepy So I try to find A place to rest Where peace And calm exist But all to often Moody comes With sad To steal Whatever’s left

BLACK SPOTS

Flimsy black spots Morph into lungs Breathing screams That sound like Laughter Gut busting Belly squeezing Ab eating Laughs that die On swollen tongues That run away With spoons Because Nursery rhymes Are for nightmares And black spots Belong on the moon

BUSY BRAINS

I wake up dangling Spinning as a spider Caught in the wind There is no up Down is everywhere To fall is to die To let go suicide So you spin And spin And spin Until the ground Finds your feet And you can finally Finally Finally Fall back to sleep

COTTON CANDY AIR

The sky is sagging Have you noticed? I caught some Like cotton candy A breathing mist And it felt weird Like sand Instead Of heavy air And like mercury Seeking blood It made a home Inside my lungs And I stopped Seeing with eyes And began to see As air sees Inside everything The truth…

MIRRORS

I’ve crawled through Mirrors Reflections Dirty and broken Bloody knees Razor thin lines Next to jagged little Shattered ice kind And I barely feel The pain of it Anymore

TODAY WE VOTE

There has been a lot of anxiety leading up to today. I hope that at the very least you VOTE. There is no terror in the bang, only in the anticipation of it. Alfred Hitchcock My boyfriend checked in on me. He’s really good at that. He asked if I was nervous. I am but…

FOG OF WAR

I painted this dancer and I messed up her arms. But I rather like it. I can relate. My body has its own rules Hidden, not written down Vague and unclear Very fog of war and unfair And when I make progress The rules change again Some things I get ya know Wrinkles come with…

SOLAR CIRCLES AND MELTED CANDY

I entered a few pieces into a gallery show. Ya know to test the waters. See if I could handle the social aspect of it. And… my friends made all the difference. I didn’t feel deserving of their love but I do feel immense amounts of thankfulness. Meet Melted Candy. A room full of colors…

I AM PROCESSED

My life is a process Of inhaling and exhaling Of grieving the passing of Rejoicing in the newness of Feeling the wisdom of pain Wearing the comfort of love Hiding from myself While searching high and low Before finding myself Being fearful of what’s to come And being proud of what’s behind My life is…