i bleed in words
I bleed in words They’ve, mmm… Become my blood And when a wound Opens, only words Fly out into the air They don’t stare They just ride the Glide and take it Up high enough To meet your eye: The pineal or the Two on the outside? I bleed in words, They spill from the […]
don’t forget to call
An illustrated poem about intimacy, desire, and connection.