when do istop writing about youand start writing about me? aboutthe adobe pillar, ancient ruin ofresilience that i’ve become? aboutthis river heart which spills into the valleys of the people who i love? aboutthis mind sharp as the razor that it turnsagainst me? when do ibecome the fluid motion of my rollinghips on the dance floor?…

it’s like you can sensewhen my legs have found enough strengthto walk away. the minutemy thighs contract tostep forward – thereare your fingers, strokingmy limbs tranquil again.as if this flesh were clay you could throw. and i, desperate to be formedinto anything other thanmyself, wantonly bend to your will. literally.this allowance of physicalpursuit satisfies my grievingsoul and once again,i’m…

Fall murmurs a lovesong i’m delighted to hear -where death spawns rebirth. 17 Sep 2020

i’ve been knocking my fistsat the doors to your chestfor years, begging you toreturn to me my dignity.literally and figuratively.now, i’m blasting down thefucking entryway to yourheart. because what belongsto me is something you can’thave. regardless of howlong it took for me to giveit all to you, what is mineis mine. and though i knowthat…

how very god-like of you. to create faith from fear and ask for suffering as a testament of my devotion. is it not enough? to have me on my knees, open-mouthed, to receive communion and recite your holy prayers? on top of this, you’d like to see me ridiculed, flogged, and crucified to prove my…