Poems from caseyrb
the priestess strix on crest of wood
stands where ancient spirits stood
commanding banquets from amber sky
with crystalline pulse of evil...
Every part is my favorite, but
one of my favorite favorites is
how your favorites have become mine. How
every love of yours lies latched to...
Divorce is, obviously,
not an option. They would have to
cut you out of me, a
lopsided, traumatized
abortion, so instead, we must sit,
and...
same day
same strain
same old
baby spider
skipping along on the shower curtain
it is so simple to realize
that stardust is me
that every...
Soft, gentle,
mother in labor
mechanical giant
pushing children to trees
Quiet, midday
fruit cheeks in good tidings
riding cat purrs
to...