Ballast, 2024Oracle for my hip My mother might say it embroidered me in wax like a bee left image center of the icon visible. Offstage deformity gallop tethered my two true mouths & one eye.poetryhuman naturealarm
Ligeia Magazine, 2024Assimilations or if God is like the log lady & can only hold so much. In a private display I slather myself in solid sunset, poetry
Sophon Lit, 2023Postpartum I bathe an apparition falls like snow into my arms. I try to convince myself that the moon drips magenta honey & it's running down my arms to save me. Everytime I wipe my tears I form into glass. poetry