Author Archives: quite22contrary
Nothing Tastes Like
One wrong look And you coil A one-off word Rattle… rattle… Impregnating a moment In a comatose afternoon Lunge Bite Venom that tastes like nothing And nothing tastes like forgetting
Fatalphilia
I see you in rewind, Film reels spinning backwards To a fatal first hello. I pray to my own saints, Patrons of lost causes, That you find peace Somewhere swimming through The iron fillings in your heart. My bones … Continue reading
Grave-Side
You, Parasitic lesser beast, Gladly feasting Upon my white, pulsating shoulder A mosquito more daring Sinking into a familiar vein Bleeding out, not bleeding alone. We are ruins of an ancient place, Where history fades, softy rewritten Amended to … Continue reading
Softer
He loves me in a softer way, Fuzzy, soundless, wet- Like looking through a window On a rainy September evening. A second chance at romance, It tastes like a relapse Into a hopefulness I stopped Sticking into my veins … Continue reading
Gin and Ketamine
I will hurt you. I will, I will Wrap up your stability, Shove it in a sock, To beat in your skull with. I will bite you. I will, I will kick you. I will, I will claw you, … Continue reading
How We Go
I’ve never been fond of uncertainty, Despite my dedication to Marking up anything crystal clear, A frightened octopus making ink clouds To forge signatures with. I kneel and pray, “Who’s in charge up there, I would like to speak … Continue reading
Avocado, Pt. 2
Heart of stone, Scarred where the knife Hit its mark. My finger, Bleeding from when It missed.
Avocado, Pt 1.
The feel of your skin Resisting my knife Delights me. Avocado, It means you are not too soft Inside.
Sunny Side
I step off the downtown bus In humid, too-hot-for-spring heat. I remember when I first moved To this side of town and Put a bridge between my geography. Here, lines of skateboarders And littered trails by the river, Buildings … Continue reading
White Girl Poetry 