i wish
that the syllables
that compose
your name
You crashed into me,
Intertwined your limbs
Around my heart line.
Pushed your fingers
10 Reasons She'll Keep Her Rape a Secret (2013-2014)
you'll turn her pelvic bone into a super hero
make her hold the weight of a million rape survivors
make her responsible for her tragedies
tell her that this is bigger than her
It would seem
— as so often chased
by science
and refuted by myth —
Never Saw it Coming (2014-2015)
Blinded by the fun
of playing with dolls,
of unplanned sleepovers,
of trying on her mother’s clothes.
The smell of new graphite freshly sharpened,
Compliment their scratches of inscribed curves.
To this smell and sound my senses hearkened,
And productivity provoked my nerves.
Who do you like?
I don't know.
Her lips are red and sweet like candy,
And her hair, like fire, is piled on top of her head
Forget me.
Let memories of me come and go, like coloring leaves on autumn trees.
For the love of God, forget the way my feathery blonde hair always smells like fresh
Georgia peaches