Your tongue tickled my lips,
just as the flame of a candle burns the wick.
Your breath was as hot as that figurative flame,
melting me as if I was some kind of wax.
I thrive for your attention,
the sweaty mess, the hot and
one day he will make you feel beautiful
you will wake up each morning thinking
that the sun only shined for you
one day he will visit you
he will take you out and give you
the most amazing time of your life
do you believe in the saying, “right person wrong time”?
a friend of mine told me a story
of how her grandparents dated in high school
broke up, hated each other, and never spoke again
but 13 years later, they met again at a
you played me to your favorite frank ocean song
killed my softly to dvsn
destroyed my soul to post malone
i can’t listen to H.E.R. anymore
because all that I can think about is “her”
how i’m never going to be “her”
you said that being
When I first learned language I knew of
teeth sinking into upturned knuckles, of blood strung
into veins like tripwire. Of mouths pouring
into one another to make way for cartilage.
Often, my mother held my hand like a breath.
I felt the scratch
cooling or burning
peroxide on my skin
I am acid
dipped in the sugar of a coca cola drink.
The lady at the counter
gives me samples to refresh my soul.
And here I am contemplating
capitalism and gratitude.
What is it to be thankful?
Thankful it is.