i had to find my way back
to here, because where else
do I go when the bathtub
fills and rose petals fall,
and candle wax drips
until the wick can no longer
light?
commentary and lipstick
kisses on the mirror in
different shades of purple
and brown and red--oh,
most definitely red.
leaving him on read though
i was the one who wanted him
in the first place. the midnight
whispers on the playground
swings, and i think "maybe,"
as i reach down and adjust the
buckle of my slingback kitten heels.
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NOT MEN'S FAVOURITE
Poetry"The boy who pulls the girl's hair--is that love, or someone constantly displeased?" In NOT MEN'S FAVOURITE, this prose-poetry chapbook explores feminine anger, the wisdom of boundaries, and using one's womanhood to heal their girlhood. New poems re...
