Poems from ForteFairy
Yesterday on the subway
We sat
Discussing politics or gossip
When a blind beggar spoke.
Stabbed in the eye and homeless
He blessed the...
"My head," I explain, "It's floating."
Everyone stares. That doesn't make sense.
I try again.
"My head feels like it's floating." and they...
Shrinking wrists grow back
Like dread of death after a long remission.
Like moons they wax and wane.
Full figure dwindlling into nothing...
What do you do when your house doesn’t feel like home?
What do you do when you don’t connect with your family?
You sit stranded on your...
Posters plaster the walls of my room
Holding the very structure of the house together
I tear them down to watch the building crumble...