Poems

Pride Arsonist I could fix this in a sentence, three words, maybe fourBut I would rather kick this chair, flip the tableand storm out the door, You stand there shakingholding proof that I was wrong from the startI see the facts, feel the sting, light a matchAnd tear the whole thing apart. I have ended […]

Pull the Plug on Everything Inbox stacked, deadlines blinking like bombsrelationships on fire in four separate chatsEvery channel screaming for my time for input, helpguidance, the usual patsPower strip by my foot like a loaded gun pointed straight at the noiseOne lazy toe on the switch and I cut the life support to all of

Polite Fiction in a Quiet Room I circle boxes you want, spin stories you’ll believeHide my hands in my pocketstuck the truth up my sleeve, I say I’m doing bettersmile so you’ll agreeBut all my real confessions never make it past my teeth. It’s just polite fiction in a quiet roomTrading broken pieces for a

Press One For Nowhere She keeps the phone on the counter next to old prescription stacks and teaGlasses down on her nose while she squints at the tiny screen she can barely seeLetter came in yesterday saying something wasn’t paid on timeNow she’s holding on for “service” through a maze that borders on crime.Robotic voice

Plastic King Verse 1 White bottle sitting by the bedName is spelled wrongor so I read. Warning label singing the same old songDon’t be medon’t get it wrong. Child-proof cap fighting with the handThree A.M. in the shadow land. Doctor said take onemaybe two But never mix it with the mountain dew. Fold the paperput

Please Stop Apologizing For Existing You say sorry when the waiter bumps your chairwhen the bus hits a potholewhen the weather ruins shit you did not control in the leastYou say sorry when your stomach growls too loudwhen you laugh unplannedwhen you sneeze twice and disturb some stranger’s quiet mealYou apologize for taking up space

Pin Me To My Worst You have a talent for finding the switch I spent years pretending I don’t havewalk in smiling like a sin dressed in denim and bad ideasTake one look at me and somehow all my therapyall my growthall my “I’m a better person now” bullshit just disappearsYou know exactly which joke

Pennies in the Gutter Counting wrinkled ones and fives under a buzzing lightPushing dimes across the plastictrying to make the math sit rightNothing in the cupboard, water boiling on the stoveStacking up the red-ink letters, waiting for the blow. Pennies in the gutter, heads up or heads downMaking survival look like living on the jagged

Pig At The Altar They built a ritual around restraint, tiny cupsdry crumbs, knees on tileheads bowed in practiced lack, I show up latethroat dry, stomach roaring like it wants its time backThey tell me holiness is saying no to everything that makes my pulse kickBut the ones leading the chant sneak off later for

Paper Lantern Pulse Verse 1 Stringing paper lanterns on the peeling whiteTiny bulbs are humming in the middle of the night. Colored shells are throwing circles on the booksChipped cups waiting in the dusty nooks. Laughter from the kitchenswearing at the heatSmoke alarm is waiting for the burning meat. Sitting on the couch with springs