Poetry

Lather, Rinse, Repeat and Never Stop

I need my distance and space but still, I need her

They'll Let You Use Kool-Aid To Dye Your Hair When You're 10 & In The Hospital For Setting Your Childhood on Fire

They'll also let you have a / unicorn birthday cake

self portrait as chinese typewriter

my father asked me for futures / i only have the word for solitude.

at the end of the earth, i find {}

// mother asks if i have a girlfriend // i respond with an assemblage of stones in my throat //

I am holding this for you: cento

using lines drawn from Richard Siken, Crush and The War of the Foxes

mother, your favorite tiki bar-

for Nat

Citrus

The vacuum of space / smells like peeled oranges