Poetry

cracked mirror

Versions of Myself at a Party

One of me sways to music, stays smiling

Reaches my arms up to fractured ceilings

green witch

becoming witch

there are witches among us

created — not born

A green and pink moth pinned to a wall, attempting to break free.

pinned moth/freed moth

put a luna moth in my breast 

Yellow hands, holding a blue phone and choosing to decline the call, with green text messages surrounding the phone,

Poem to a Blocked Contact

I wish you knew what I was up to. 

girl looking out into the distance with her thoughts suspended all around her

good enough ii

two cultured,
my mind cluttered,
i struggle,
attempt to juggle. 

Birthday cake with candles that say twenty-one

Матрёшка

There are twenty-one of me

inside of me

One for each year of life 

on this Earth 

image of hands reaching out for each other

Good When We Die

You are not carried downstream by a river
But the ocean rocks you back and forth

image of orange flowers on a purple background

Limerick of UVA

There once was a boy oh so wealthy

hands holding green ribbon

The Root of My Mother

My mother was born with a green ribbon wrapped around her left thumb

image of hands coming together

Water and Rocks

 

I stumble through life like a dehydration-addled ascetic in a desert during the apocalypse