Prose & Cons

they held hands with pocketsleaning back on pavement paintedunder Hilma Klint cosmossliding headfirston their backsinto that wellThe Sun tuned into the voices in the backwhispering…

i have this urge to write but i can’t quite force it out of my penthese nails make it so hard to type and scroll…

chill girl, cool it, calm downCome sit on the couchSip on thisAre you quite comfortable?With this chaos you’ve createdSlip on a smile, smoke someCome on…

Loveseat perched on bruised shoulders, climbing up a hillSweat beads on our brows united by a mission, furniture for usHickeys on my waistband lineBacks lay…

Love is immersible. It transcends all boundaries and takes all forms. It is ever-changing, ever-fulfilling, and ever crying out to fulfill its purpose. We are…

The Devil taps me lightly on the shoulderHis fingers coldHis touch emptyi inhale the stickyhumid airof the subwayfluorescent lights flickerkeeping my eyes open He glides…

Love.Love love love,Love.I love loveThat shit rocksI don’t love rocksThey don’t taste too good. I love sandOn the beachSitting under the tent, listening to the…

I want you in your unwashed jeansYour bracelet from the second gradeI want you in between my armsThe haven in which I made I imagine…

. . .He reaches his hand out, as if to touch mine.Stop that, you know it’s not allowed! I mutter to him.He nods his agreement,…

G-d I hate love.It is so gross.The holding hands,The touching,The kissing,The cuddling.The sex.It is so…G-d I wish I had someone to love.Someone to love me.To…