Poems

Individual poems

Neon Numbers Over My Head

Neon Numbers Over My Head bright Numbers Over My HeadMy face is not on the window but it’s hanging in their eyesLittle payday loan shop burning red against the skiesSign says “Bad credit welcome” in soft electric greenLike a spider saying “friend” to every fly it’s ever seen. I walk in with my paycheck already

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Names in Invisible Ink

Names in Invisible Ink I used to dream in color, drew futures on the wallsWrote promises on napkins, ignored the way they’d fallThey said I had potential, said I’d do something bigBut every year got smaller, burying the gig.These are words written in invisible inkPages of a story washing down the sinkI forget who I

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Neon Bruise Heart

Neon Bruise Heart bright Bruise HeartYou light your cigarettes off stove burners and bad decisionsstand by the window like every city light owes you a debtYour jacket smells like a lost weekendeyeliner smeared in a way that looks cool on a screen but on you just screams “I’m not done yet” Every love you ever

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Muted Line

Muted Line You say you want honesty and then mute the call the second my voice stops flattering your designI watch your lips move on the screen with the sound cut offwhile my words buzz against a dead lineYou ask what is wrong with methen talk over the start of every answer like it is

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Mouth Like A Furnace

Mouth Like A Furnace I do not kiss, I consumelips like a chute where everything goes inEvery hand on my skin is a snack I finish and toss aside with a grinI drag lovers through sheets like fast-food bagscrush them flat, lick the salt off my nailsTell them they are special while I am already

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Mouthful of Nails

Mouthful of Nails Verse 1 Alarm is screaming in the darkFirst thought is missing every mark. Water spot is watching downWhile I drag myself around. Floor is cold beneath the feetSmell of sugar, stale and sweet. Phone is flashingnames scroll by, People aiming for the sky. Verse 2 Jaw is tight and feels all wrongClenching

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