coping

some things i wrote back in june :)

i burn my ribs

with peach colored wax

because maybe that

will make me pretty enough

for you

-relapsing

____

last night i dreamt 

we danced in my kitchen

that you twirled me in the stove light

and dipped me in the shadows

please don’t let me wake up

from this honey-hued fantasy

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Both these poems are strong additions to your growing library here. One could feel and empathize with the emotions they were written with. Keep on writing and continue to be true to your art and yourself.