My mum sends all her texts as blocks
as if she’s speaking to you directly
Poetry
Cry-baby
Have you ever held Death’s hand? I have. I have pulled it to my cheek and told it to slap. Stupid girl, brilliant bones. Feel it. Feel it!
What if We Kiss in the North Brooklyn Industrial Business Zone?
We were trying to make our way back / To the subway before sunset.
Titivillus
No darker brew can flow / Than moonless thunder sting / Of rites which echo might.
Taylor Swift Releases ‘Midnights (3am Edition)’ or, My Friend and I Watch *That* Episode of BoJack Horseman
I was dancing around to Fearless and / Glee when eyes were set on me. At nineteen,
Gothic Pixie Bipolar Bitch
I lounge over these Victorian banisters while old family / secrets burst through every hinge in the house.
A Total Schenectady of the Heart.
My transparent invitations via pop songs shouted hoarse/ summarized my status as an ill-tuxedoed groom