anatomy of us

We are the fire that forgets it is fire,the city smoke curling around our ribs,the hurtling, brilliant bodies of want and regret.We clutch at each other like lifelines in the…

I Drank Her Away

I drank her away—not in a single swallow,but in slow sips of forget. Each glass a psalm for what we were:laughter spilled across pillows,hands that knew the shape of breakingwithout…

Wrote This Drunk at a Bar

Stool’s leanin’, jukebox screamin’, neon bleedin’ on my arm,Cheap whiskey kissin’ my lips like it’s meanin’ me no harm,Pen bleedin’ on receipts, ink deep like street scars,I’m scribblin’ heat —…