Poems from caseyrb
springtime’s shy sister who
spreads blood through leafy tendrils
of hair who
feels every color all too much
every day i remember that...
lately the sun has stunk of january
hot salt, cold thighs
wondering what the pillow truly smells like
lately the eggs have curdled in the...
orphan lady waits in bathing
afternoon lights and sullen sights
early september traces of
stained glass on her stomach
curlicues on her...
at the top of the chairlift you told me the snow over the crest blended into the fog in the sky like watercolor. it did: exactly the way...
no lycanthrope, no
this is something that
only happens at night.
no earth, either
somewhere else
where full moons
bare mongrel stitches...