Tag Archives: white girl
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
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
The Night Before
Each day grows more and more like yesterday A swollen sunshine beating down on us Making me sweat with the anticipation, The hope, That I might finally melt away. Hand in hand, I give each of you a finger … Continue reading
I Am Your Monsoon
Here is art, Filling the air Inhaled by sick lungs Yours and mine. Here is an aura, My feet are chasing Pounding pavement carelessly. I stand, a witness to your boyhood A jury to watch growing pains, Shaving nicks, and … Continue reading
Bleached
Grinning with new teeth (3 shades lighter than last week) Bared, ready To tear throats from necks, Lettuce leaves from dainty salad forks Keeping my shaking legs steady Beneath the skirt of my White, eyelet dress. When my room … Continue reading
White Girl Poetry 