there's a mess and fuss to me. i am trailing padfoot, forest, bramble spine— something that leaves your hands cut and cold in time. try as i might to be anything else, i am cedar ash and the translucent veins of a leaf left out in the rain— untouched for so long that she's lovely again. #poetry

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I laugh like I'm laid back— but I can lean forward real quick— quick to say "what did you say— say that again for me— what did you mean by it"

there's only hunger—

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My poetry book Flock of Starlings is now available on Amazon 🖤

Flock of Starlings a.co/d/iic0RoI

Grow poppy petal wings and fly away with the fairies. Come back with their secrets to share and stare at your dialating pupils

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Flowing linen and silks and grass skinned knees and spinning in the light coming through the window, you crack it open because, "good music needs air" and i stare openly as the golden sun hits your hair. you feel like a cup of tea with a smooch of whiskey and running through a field of red peonies.

a poem from my book, hoping for a January 2025 release 🙏🏾

hold me like something holy

if you're not obsessed with me then what are we doing here?

trying to find a way to say i want you to crawl into my chest and live there

Botticelli would have wept

"theres a sigh for restless
a sigh for longing
a sigh for "you're still not home"

three sighs that leave me empty—
i'm full of you
even when you're gone."

does she keep my name between tongue and teeth or is it something heavy she carries tucked under big white wings. it feels like summer heat should be wrapped around me but it's shades of gray, the feathers are sodden— wet. this is where black and white intersect.

i can see why you hate my golden aura when yours is dark blue. you threw dirt on my name and flowers grew, i'd be mad too. i hope you feel so much joy from the top of your head down to your toes, and in that moment i hope you think "this doesn't come close to touching her glow".

loving and losing you is like making and holding eye contact with darkness. to realize i've been in darkness my whole life, born of it. that i'm the thing darkness fears, after all these years. i can see why you loathe every inch of my heart, i can see why you scoff at my words and art.

fuck a weak fingered lover who whispers to the roses just to watch them blush, give me the bad men with calloused hands unphased by the thorns unphased by blood, he'll drum a chorus on my stems and savor the bud the bloom the wilt, my petals in the mud.