Blog, My Poems

Psychology & Wine

(I apologize in advance; this poem needs a lot of work.) Psychology & Wine 1. At first, when she was nervous, the girl peeled the skin from the back of her heels—nibbled her lips, crimson-blue— until they were nothing but pulled onions, the pale moons surrounded by red clouds. Lunar landscapes. Created in silence. 2.… Read More Psychology & Wine

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Speech Impediment

You often says things in which I can say little in return—my growing deficiency—and the sky turns yellow. We lay a blanket in a field in the middle of nowhere and return to find it covered in earth that cannot grow. We lie in this space and stare into a sky filled with clouds that… Read More Speech Impediment

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