Future Flower

a poem about the uncertainty of our future

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Break Up

A poem about appreciating living life without knowing the future.

Reunion

what if we flip this crimson doubt release each expectation lark to skies refilled from looming drought would we still form a question mark beneath astonished flannel sheets our viscous whispers drench the dark forgotten hist'ry made complete would we still form a question mark If I'm omega hanging, high, above the finite point you …

Quicksilver

Can I be your quicksilver—that slick Forever, that satiny poison you long to have near but are too afraid to taste? (Even the shadows under your feet radiate) And may the line you walk between the steel pillars of this city, the threads you lay on gum-speckled sidewalks, down regretful subway tracks, and over the rocking …

The Seventh Wife of Bluebeard

I am unlocked. I paint the 'closet' red so there will be no doubt, braid six wreaths weekly—one for each wife, each murder. Still, his specter looms in the wallpaper, the coatstand. Six candles flicker in the darkening room; I whisper to them nightly, thank you, thank you.