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  • Grit

    there’s dirt and food under my nails simply washing my hands doesn’t rid me of it I have to painstakingly dig under each one water purifying them rinsing the grit away as if.

  • Disconnect

    So he’ll be leaving soon when he’s been gone all along.   For a flash of a second, someone turned the blaring overhead lights on when I had painstakingly taken measures to make sure…

  • To My Dearest, Part 2

    *Written by emerging poet extraordinaire, Straight Up Carol To my dearest. Fuck you for leaving me.  I actually loved you.  I actually loved you and that is why I am hurting so much even…

  • Time Change

    My friend, Lamar, recently posted about living in the past and the future and trying to find balance in the now. It made me think. I only have brief moments of clarity in which…

  • Susceptibility

    when the temperature is low is it cold for everyone else I’m susceptible to dehydration ant bites fainting light-headedness allergies hypochondria sadness dry skin picking men who are not good for me good humor…

  • Months Later, In Response

    I remember what you said about falling in love before I knew what was happening.   New loves without embodiment aside from my imagination.   The most fulfilling part of dreaming is before you…

  • Games I Don’t Like to Play

    If I took you on confronted you with what I want would you want the same?   I’m in a maze and I’ve forgotten that if you trace your path along one side of…

  • Pay Later

    And just like that the wind shifts The future is futile I’m in the now now now Wanting what I can get Even if the supply is limited And the offer running out I’m…

  • Unfinished: The Haikus

    Haiku Poems: On What I Won’t Experience with the New Him   fingers through your hair the feel of just-mown lawn grass sparks fly with my touch   so you want to go back…