Poems from strymoosa
She’s smoking a cigarette.
I’m drinking cold coffee.
I’m thinking that newspaper ink
could cover a lipstick stain.
I’m drinking cold...
You were the prophet
With the truth of life written
Across your palms
And I would pray that
Your overlapping sentences
Would complete my...
Can you feel it?
Those minute movements
under the skin of your chest?
Every tick of the clock
becomes a suture,
tying together
the...
I think
he left her.
The boy,
the one with the leather jacket
I wasn't allowed to wash.
I didn't see him go
because she keeps me hidden...
I am
made
of stardust,
so science
recognized.
Grandules measured
by two sets
of metaled
hands.
My mind
a split open galaxy,...