Last night I spoonfed a dying man oatmeal. I sponge bathed him even though he was already clean.
Tag Archives: amwriting
38 : 83 / A Birthday Poem
I tried
dipping my toes in
some woke waters
& I hated myself.
Telling Time by Tiling
some things are timeless,
and some are dissolved memories
I Saw My Body Impaled on a Goalpost
still
running away from every
feeling I have that resembles
a crackling foundation
#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 30 : “These Girls”
that girl cringes at
every hashtag that
tears open old wounds
now
#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 29 : “Cruor”
who can part lips
about the unspeakable?
#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 28 : “On A Floor Made Of Eggshells You Can’t Avoid the Cracks”
we’re
bracing for an
Anne Bancroft breakdown
#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 26 : “Stellular”
ghost hands brush
petal skin
#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 25 : “We Too Are Abrading”
the roof’s caved in
& we’re swimming
in confusion
#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 24 : “Accumulation”
the vessel
on autopilot isn’t quite sure
what it’s doing
Thistle Thoughts 