I have a new book coming out on Interior Noise Press. Some of these will be submitted for it, others will not. Laying on a pile of poems and just posting them as I feel it. So, to read the poems that won't be on here...you have to buy the book! I'll let you know when its coming out, shouldn't be till later this year which gives me plenty of stuff to post stuff, and stash stuff, to make an incredible book.
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Climbing on top
I'm on fire.
I let out a hushed moan
as I trace the back of my neck with my fingertips
My hymen was clipped at birth
by a crazy surgeon with bloody scissors.
I'll crawl on top an old army knife
Firmly between my teeth
I'm on fire
And I will tie your hands then attach your feet
to those cuffs of yours.
is bigger than this
it blankets the actions keeping what it wants
as the story you tell your friends.
I know we are both scared of ourselves I know we are both scared of each other
But I'm on fire
And you're fucked.