black and white image of a person's silhouette with their hand on glass

midrash at midnight

instead of scripture, / i read her body / as my midrash

I Own My Sexuality

i’m a cavern are you sick of
hearing bout my poor sweet cunt
shall i find another lexicon for my claw
shaped want

SuICIdE, iT’S a SuiCIDe

I won’t ever / get       their trying to grab a gun if they’re not completely committed to shooting

Birds and shadows on a brick street.

Two Poems

Before a screw in the rail broke the skin / on my hand as I told my brother not to open / the door for anyone.