you ask me if i have dreams and i start telling you about the… that haunt me when i try to sleep but then you look at me and laugh uncomfortably and say,

there’s something so forgiving in being angry on behalf of a chil… who no one was angry for.

there’s a swarm of vultures overhe… something is dead.

you’re alive and you’re young, healthy and hygienic. you’re sick and you’re dead; my walking corpse bride. love, stop leaving me!

insomnia, violence, puncture wound… a razor, eating your organs raw, a… impatient, obsessive, humiliating.

it’s ugly how time moves. how places that you used to fit in… the kitchen cabinets, the space between your closet shel… don’t fit you anymore.

i’m dissecting you with a scalpel… i’m slapping you on the rack, reac… pulling out your intestines and di… doesn’t feel so good, does it?

you tell me what to do and i lose… i swallow down the anger with a pi… i count to five watching the fire… before pressing it down on my thig… my friends keep getting worried,

but i don’t think you were ever built to be a mother, and i never learned how to love you without it burning me from the inside out. i was raised to trust you through every betrayal and...

trying not to cry in the holiday i… my mama said something mean again

i water the roses and i shear thei… because what is beauty without adm… what is anything at all if you can…

i’m busy with bruised legs covered… i’ve got my black boots kicked up… on a hot swing set in the backyard of a church that doesn’t want me. i’m saying fuck, getting familiar…

i love you and isn’t that it? isn’t that a slur? to say i love you, when your father spilled that

blurred around the edges took a couple naps today. almost started a fight, then i didn’t and held someone ins… i feel lucid and fluid.

i hope you know that you’re still my favorite hiding place and through it all, you’re still my favorite secret keeper