Buying Time

Have a drink with me

already. You know we are

all just ticking clocks.

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An Arm’s Length

The animal in

me will come out and share some

stories with you soon.

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Cavities

She has death in her

teeth. Or maybe it’s just the

way you look at her.

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Ambitious Fail

What she didn’t know

didn’t kill her. She drank all

the poison instead.

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The Getting Over

I don’t want to be 

Your lover any longer.

Your words can hold me.

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Heart of The Queen

Everything is falling off of my skin and bones 

like dead corpses (are there other types?) in cornfields 

that resemble scarecrows 

so no one notices.

The little words.

Like the light and the blue that burns my retinas on my iPhone screen.

But I have laser eyes. I’m invincible. I’m a dinosaur never extinct. I’m a 

goddess 

when I’m naked.

Inverse Sampson–the more I put on, the weaker become.

Succumb.

Wounded.

Wanderer.

Soldier…who left the war to play the flute

but chose a cello.

Can someone be my music teacher?

Wait, you just play and I’ll dance. 

And one by one, the clothes fall.

It’s a springtime dance in autumn.

Because I am always reborn in winter.

Will you take my photograph now?

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Dress Code 

I wanna be able 

to walk into my living room with my black corset on 

 with no pants and my tits uncovered 

while my roommate eats dinner with her boyfriend.

They cooked chicken 

and potatoes 

and Brussel sprouts.

I think I smell some garlic.

Just enough.

They burned something too.

I gotta pee. 

I wonder what it will take for me to walk out with the right black covering only over my midsection.

I’m most comfortable this way. 

In discomfort. 

In my room.

In the dark.

In the sheets.

In between.

Invisible.

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