because i am his
i lie still, eyes shut, and hope
he'll love me this time
Sweet embrace, naughty
fun, then a mantis eats your
fucking head: that's love
Nov 11 2024
you want and take it
touch my skin it's fucking burning
there is nothing wrong
'twas moonlight, i thought—
alas, just luminescence
from your bare fat ass
11/5/2024
then, a pedestal
when, higher expectations
now, it just exists
before, I thought more
during, it could have been us
after, only me
autumn veils the sky
in golds and reds—fleeting shades
neath forever blues
11/2/2024
We burnt like stars -until
the night kissed the jealous sun
And dried up all our rain.
Two bated breath meld.
Skin joined bodies hosted tight.
Hands grope flesh warmly.
-Nov. 1 2024
“How are you?” they ask
not because they care to know
just acting polite
I applied for a job
Under sex I wrote ”Always”
I am still not employed
