Misery has a halting melody, a rubbery and filthy chord clamoring like chlamydia through throngs of joylessness. I’ve brought my blue sequin shoes to dance, and truly the coagulated chorus matches my hot and discombobulated body perfectly, but I feel self-conscious as my nipples perk up in the tearful rain. Across a bridge of bone, holographic islands dreaming in opalescent bays. I want to travel somewhere original and thrilling, but I find myself lost like the balloon I had for a moment as a child, pink, precious, poppable.
Month: February 2025
The Accounting and Finance Departments- a poem
Mimeographed Mondays blow around the office of my life in an ancient, unnerving breeze. My boss is capricious and vain. I’m fairly certain the accounting and finance departments are trying to bend me over and make me their bitch. The whole place smells like my grandmother’s carpet. I dream of a beach far away, monochromatic and silent.
Jagged, Glittering Edges
The jagged, glittering edges of my anthropomorphic mind betray my feral, untouchable nature. Fire is my frenemy. On Wednesdays, I swim along the river, redefining the definitions of my name in the magical moonlight. My mind sometimes trails behind me, gathering ghosts and children’s balloons as I go through the luscious cities of flesh. Flesh exuberant. Flesh demeaned. On days ending in why, I dig through trash cans and wash my hands on the blood of mosquitoes. My mind is an amethyst cave, painful and expensive to sit in.
Miniature Moon 