poison wings. poetry collection 2014.

in the plethora of pornography options for the modern saint [Poetry #51] [2015]

mother war, please let us be poor; selfish for love, and boyish for porn. [Poetry #43] [2015-16]

spilling my guts in sharp things and caffeine. hurt me please. i can't do it myself. the guilt is like vomit in my veins. [Poetry #179] [2014-15]