A poem Mummified in my memory, a dim but stolid lamplight that does not flicker. Many nights I ache to touch that light again. The closer I get, though, I see not incandescence. I see not you. It is my reflection from your shiny exterior that draws me. The warmth of my own heart. For you never shone for me. You stole my light, and pretended it belonged to you. So I believed for a while that it did. Now it is only the light of what I had once hoped we would be. It's a false li

A poem You are not my first instance of purple. Your malevolent color, filled with loathing and shame. No. I met purple years and years...

A poem In every space we occupied, intimate and public. In every place we visited, familiar and foreign. In every moment we shared, alone...

A poem The shoulders I've set my head upon The foreheads I've pressed with my own. Each different in ways I don't remember now Can't be...