Prose & Poetry

I write this almost five years after the world ended. It’s weird to look back on

He’s a palavering windat my feetmoving with atomic ferocityHis leash, a straight lineHis mouth, a wet

Down darkened school hallways and damp city streets past whispering girls and dreams undone along strange

Why do women hate sex? he asked the table, face lit blue by his screen, thumb

i am not the one to bear all of this this is meant for someone stronger

             outside the house that sheltered my becoming.              Beside the tree that was never big

Sunsets don’t give a damn about who stood there yesterday eyes exhausted from staring at the

we were two breaths / in clasps & grass / a stranger in my skin /

A croaking frog romancing the dark             amplified by night’s silence                         singing notice me, find