When I die
Where will my loved ones see me buried?
Within the fired synapses of people I cared for
And held gently in passing thoughts that
Evaporate like soft steam from morning tea
Grave Lies
Tag: Poem
Schnittlauch Pfannkuchen
One summer, your mama took us to the forest to collect Schnittlauch.
We came home and mixed the Schnittlauch with our pancake batter,
and I was happy, because these pancakes were not sour, or familiar like our Dosas.
Did You Know Our Souls Beat in Sync?
Sometimes i feel you
You Couldn’t
what do you tell them?
There’s A Light I Cannot Reach
I just failed to accept that reality strips you to the bone
Home
Does me finding the courage to trust myself
Really push you away?
Litania Sancti Sebastiani
“Saint Sebastian, I have many things to confess.”
A Rose
“closing her eyes as their lips meet / she can taste her desperation / desperate to forget the boys who came before”.
Little Red Lunchbox
He takes to work / His little, red lunchbox.
Sapphic Silencing
My sexuality is not a university research paper, requiring citations in Chicago Style format