Heart Trouble

If you think you’re gonna strafe me with your highfalutin barbs…Guess again. If you think you’re gonna chafe me so I cannot burn some carbs…Guess again. If you hope to keep me flailing with your herky-jerky moods, So callous, so Kantian — so thick with egocentric foods…Guess again. For what we have, it seems to me, is aContinue reading “Heart Trouble”

No Blueberries

Burrowed beneathsoft faded sheetstunnellingfrom the morning lightyearning to stayprotected bythe night’s blanketthieving your warmthborrowing your right arm. A bowl of fruit:Chopped apple,banana,peaches,mango,strawberries,raspberries,(no blueberries),as fruit salad should becoaxes me awake.I’m not hungryI don’t want to moveI don’t want to beassaultedby a sunrisebut how can I turn downa bowl of fruitwhen you rememberedno blueberries? An Americano:Four shotsContinue reading “No Blueberries”

Drops Of Tranquility

There’s a calmness; a tranquilitythat runs through my bloodlike rivers. The water’s warm; it holds no shivers. It holds no ailments or things that cause pain. It flows in wonderment, reeling ina love to gain. The calmness takes my heart and raises ittowards the sky. To rememberthe single feelingof many momentsthat keep you high. The feeling flies…with tranquility.Continue reading “Drops Of Tranquility”

Living by Numbers

Her reflection presents itselfapologetically, pulsingwith shame.She sees swollensquishy cheeks,bloated thighsand flabswallowing herself.She turns to the side,sucking in the organsslouched behind her skin,wishing them smallerand smaller –to disappear.Her gut’s protrusionsickens her,as she stifles agag at the sight.Disgusting.She slicesthe lettuce’s headinto identical shreds,envisioning hackingthe flaboff of her bodywith each strokeof her knife.One two three four five sixContinue reading “Living by Numbers”

A Sunset

As the sunbegins to slumpbeneath the water line,an amber glow ignitesthe evening sea.An azure oceanengulfs the universeas far as eyes can see,drowning nagging thoughtsin a calm, clear blanket.Dolphin fins pass miles away,but to usit’s no furtherthan a stone’s throwfrom where we float.Surfers tilt and turn and twirlin our eyes’ bordersbutin our moment,we are alone.Timid wavesContinue reading “A Sunset”

Today

The morning’s glow blossomspeering through the blindsto nudge you into today,asking youto thrive.The blissful mumblingsof the little dog snuggled with you,falling on to your laprequesting a cuddlebefore the day can begin,infusing your morning with adorationin return for attention.A whiff of coffeelights up the room,lifting your mind from sleepto life.The buds of the plant you keepContinue reading “Today”

Picture This

Picture this.We’re lying downat the beachour backs on the sandour fingers intertwined.You’re complaining about the sandand I’m complaining about your complainingand I flick sand at youand you pretend to be angryfor a minuteish.We’re gigglingand flicking sandand holding handsand understandingthat feeling people talk aboutand the world stopsthe sun steps outgiving us privacy.The moon peeks inthrough theContinue reading “Picture This”

bloom

when i think of himhis blooming-toothy-smile,our roots of love,and stems of laughter,i wonder how there could ever be such a season as winter. i like to think he’s my greenhouse, providing me with the correct conditions and encouraging me to grow and flower like he does so effortlessly. Some of us need more soil andContinue reading “bloom”

Lockdown: To Do List

The alarm shrieks.You slap the off buttonroll over andtryto keep sleepingbut beams of goldbleed from your blinds’ sidespiercing your peace.You wait two hours.                    Accept defeat.accept consciousness.You make it to the shower.You wait for the waterto burnto blister today’s skin,whilst you hold your breathand relish a feelingbecause to feelsomethingmakes you alive. The scalding water fillsthe crevices carvedbyContinue reading “Lockdown: To Do List”

Les Chaussures Rouges

Her satin shoe, a foetusshe beats and slams and smashescrushing with her own hands,beating against the wall and hammeringuntil it is cracks with the same soundas each of her hipsborn as her second skin.She strikes a match,            holding it to the new-born’s straying hairswatching the flames lick and whip ravenouslyuntil the frays have sealed. ChokingContinue reading “Les Chaussures Rouges”