winter / spring

When spring awakens
my body does too. These
lips & hips from my mother,

even my brows that angle
like my father’s. I’m sealed
into this skin, finally at home

within its layers. I’m healing Continue reading “winter / spring”



I’m stood in the
midst of the ruins of

thought, where we light
a candle & watch it

burn like rage. We
built a world for our-

selves, now we’re
stuck in it. A product of Continue reading “wax”