she lived fully. she swallowed every day whole, seeds and all.

i bought flowers today half dead, half off but the stems might drink up water still and there might be a wilted bloom let me be a discount wonder

you are not a finite resource, while your lungs still chase the air. live, let it spill out of your pores like a secret. dig into yourself on all fours and give the world its share. for you shall have heaps of it.

i did not mean to be cold folding words into bits not a crease in my smile no caress in my glimpse taking time to reply i did not mean to be cold but my dinner grew mold the walls shrank while i slept the bugs drank my blood and my reflection is unkempt i did not mean to be col...

write a poem in my torquoise notebook place a bug on my eyelid so many things i overlook the gold of a tigers eye finds me in a plastic wrapper i make life an enthusiastic matter

what if we're just gods junk drawer?

wear me down like a toothpick i'm your single use ill will daffodil

casting a golden rope down a well

there's a charger near my right leg it warms me up i rest in the possibility of electric shock :)

my face in your hands what a saccharine moment rush up to be nearer our lashes weave together i bite your lip bloody you're just a wounded puppy

hanging onto life by the strength of my jaw

naked teeth done smiling i hide them in my gums make them recede from your ice cold tongue