Poems from KhaiK
alligator skin
running marathons up and down my limbs
making it obvious I don’t belong.
climbing my arms and shoulders
to mark up my...
Makes me a sandwich
Does the laundry
Does the dishes
Sets the table
Cleans the house
The Perfect WOMAN!
6. Makes me...
Laying on the floor,
scattered, dismantled,
pieces,
laying on the floor.
Not that it hasn’t happened before,
because it has.
I managed to...
they squeeze the fiberglass grip,
head down,
arms at side.
one hand,
situates a fist.
the other,
houses a Glock,
swaying
back and forth...
sitting upon their bay window,
they see a mysteriously movie like figure
standing on a close-to-broken roof.
they sit up abruptly,
dropping...