Poems from CH
As much as he loved it
he never named her,
his eternal statue.
He loved it under dim lights
so her ivory would not glow
did he ever truly...
I don't like the word l esbian
Even though I might be one
It's off putting and clumsy in my mouth
So I try to avoid it when possible
I don...
She wants a poem for her birthday
one of those I scribble at night
personalized to a fault
but for whom unrevealed
i rib her reluctant...
Squinted eyes and downturned mouths,
they’re utterly unsure of how to reconcile her
trying to divine the reason behind her tattoos.
You...
i have been asked like everyone else
what do you want to be when you grow up
am i a grown up now-
is it already time for me to finally...