Poems

I put on my red dress, birthday dress, bird dress, the one with the pockets in which I feel like a princess. I slipped on my gold...

He fixes all the things, except it seems the pieces of my heart that splinter every time he looks and doesn't see, he laughs but not at...

Cold air whips my legs and my dress — too light, too breezy — floats up, up, up. Karl sits low in the sky so low moisture saturates my...

Sunlight spikes through tree limbs slashes yellow and white on graveled ground. Green and gold battle in front of my eyes. Warmth seeps...

TW // depression, self-harm ideation my room is bathed in midday light so bright the heat seeps through the window, sinking into my...

The vastness of what can’t be seen spreads, inky black landscape painting, barely smeared with a hint of purple: dawn is breaking....