April 4, 2018

It’s here, I lie

Crooked and small

Deep within thee belly walls

In the cracks

I reach up

To poke

The beating heart

In this cage of bones

They say throw things at the wall

Till they stick

But can you ever

Make the flame stick

On a candle?

Forget me not

Tunneling spitting

All the way t...

November 15, 2017

Twas 4 am when young Toothie Smiles creaked open sticky eyelids, sweating and cold and pasta. In a corner of the crooked room, smooched betweenamirror and adoor, leaning into the crack, propped a blood ruby demon in a loincloth.

Eyes plucked open in stare, she stared an...

November 7, 2017

When it’s late at night I like to check on the house and fly over open floorplans 50 feet beelow, beelow my blood. I float like a feathered finger inching to a further. Clouding my hair full of soft bones. I finch tight with secret smiles b a t h i n g in navy.

Behind t...

November 2, 2017

Surprised keeper

In a cardboard box

A box

Of Suits

Of Scarves

Of Wigs

Grim wigs

Grim wigs for a big tooth movie star

A crooked walk

Cold for romantic sleep



Got red, didn’t red

Dry stains full of brown

Sit back and tickle your thumbs

Pretty much sitting

10 PM is impor...

October 26, 2017

Knees scratch along the floor

Back snap curved cat

Pop the buttons one by one

Neck crack swivel snap

Snatch, snatch at the light

Thirsty in the black


Thwisk thwast thwack

I’m a shadow baby

Lurching to a creep

I’m a shadow baby

Sneaking to a squeak

Crawl into the s...

October 18, 2017

It’s a great day

To float down the river

I’ve joked many times

About jumping into the river

But the water looks pleasant and cool and ready for me

I don’t float well but today the river

Grasps me good

Ta-ta tongue!

All I need is skin

Not eyes neither

They fiddle better tucked in


August 7, 2017


“You guys looked so great in those outfits last night,” she says smiling.

“Oh, that red carpet, I’m just here to pick up the stains.”

“With litterbox legs, you could have been.”

I treadmill uncomfortable, but still I say, “Thanks.”

I’m just the girl to pick up the s...

May 23, 2017

Get ferris

a respect For Luthery

I don’t fully daddy but I respect hand holds.


Les gens

c’est different

                                                                                                 Hair crown plastered...

May 17, 2017

I dreamed of butter. I dreamed bigger than big. I thought I’d be bigger than this. I thought I’d be better.

I dreamed of a butterface- I know it’s supposed to be “but her” but I always loved butter. I had this picture in my head of a face smeared, dripping in butter. My...

May 9, 2017

The rumpled rumps ruffle their trunks

Whistles the mammoth of a man

In a greasy yellow raincoat

Spraying the eyes of subway riders

Pink eyes stinging

You can blame it on the milk

You can blame it on the smog

You can blame it on the birds and the bees

Some would say

But that wou...

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