lick it

Jazz.
So liquid.
Thick.
Like molasses.
Roll it on your tongue.
Taste.
Thick.
Sweet liquid.
Then,
Sharp.
And silky again.
Roll it on your tongue.
Taste that.
Jazz.

be there for me

I made you exist.
I made you be there.
When I hear the screaming
I feel the pressure of your hand.
Comforting.
I made you my hero.
I made you be there.
When I lie alone I feel you kiss
the salt from my cheeks.
Loving.
I made you for my anger.
I made you for my pain.
I made you for my love.
You’ll never exist again.

that ain't good

the sweet notes of nina
bless the sour notes of whisky
in this my dusky hour
they play on the strings
plucking out my pain
and dancing on the deathly
silence of this soul
that’s got it bad

tall tales

For a very short while,
I knew my story.
Inside and out.
A tale taller than my being,
larger than my soul.
A spirit testing
the extent of my love
as I have always prayed
to be asked to prove. I was
a battleship in full sail,
heading into a storm..
But then they told me
I was to be shelved,
in a bottle made of glass,
in the fiction aisle.
And I lie broken,
waiting for you
to read my reality.

keep going

let me live
in exaggerated motion
a flurry of movement
a fury of emotion

once you’re done

take a drop
just one, mind,
of his blood
add to it another
of your own then
keep the vial
close to your skin
blood cools faster
than you’d think

nieces

the littlest hands
want to put on my shoes
carry my handbag
walk in the mist
of my perfume
the littlest feet
clatter around
trying to be me
all grown up