Privilege

Privilege It seems wrong to lie safeIn the middle of the nightIn a bed far awayFrom the violenceIn a skin far awayFrom the… It seems wrong to use these white fingersIn the middle of the nightIn a bed far awayFrom the violenceTo like your wordsShare your wordsShow your skinFar away from the… Far away from

Beating

Be not deceived by the steady beating of the heart in my chestFor although blood rushes in and rushes outMy heart lies sleepingSleeping as if enchantedProtected by magic wallsEncased in thornsLying dormantLying in wait But do not think it lies in wait for youListen closelyIt is beating

Inside this Box

Inside this boxA lifeOf false starts and shattered hopes Of empty promises And loneliness so thick that cardboard edges weep with it So close to a fulfilled dreamDo you even want it anymore Do you wantAnything Not the cold want of consumerismBut the want of lifeOf greenness exploding from soft earthOf human feet on distant

Body

body it could have been any bodythat lie beneath youshortsweetsassy it could have been any handthat held you while youcheeredcoughedcried my bodymy hand my body that gave birthmy eyes that shed tearsmy heart that bled for youmy voice that sang for you her body beneath yousilkysmoothsnake

Parched

parched white parchedearth reflection of my soul barrendiseasedheart one lonely yellow bloom stronguncultivatedweed deep rooted twisted core darkinvasivethorn

Distance and Time

I have never been fond of rhyming poems and creating them, but I suppose we all have to branch out of our comfort zones every now and again. Distance and Time Time stretches out in endless possibility, the distance between us internalized within me.Between here and there, promises and sighs. And the fear that sweet

Simple

So simple a wordFor this empty And fullAt onceWhere breathing is so easy a thingThat catches like a trapped animal In your chest. So simple a wordFor this hungrySatiationWhere living is so hard a thingThat draws forward like a beast With wings. So simple a word forFor such a thingComplex.

Plenum

I wrote this for my husband on November 30, 2014, back when we were involved in a long-distance relationship.But my mom thought it could apply to my brother, who died when I was a girl. Plenum The spaces between atomsBetween placesWhere you and I have never metThe spaces created just for youWith memories of times