I just finished writing all of my poetry for our new chapbook Forbidden Fruit. This one didn’t make the cut, but… WICK i light the wick of a candle i pause remembering our wicked ways when the heat melts the wax near the wick, it’s being pulled up to feed
Ironically (this insomniac) feels as if her volcano has been asleep for millions of years, but…VERY RECENTLY I LOST and FOUND my magma through a microphone. Oh yeah baby. I erupted~All good monsters do eventually. Welcome to my crusty chunk of earth. You are going to lava it!
If you are advertising the fact that someone who took their life started or ended with you or your organization…well, the chances are quite high that I will not give much pause to parking myself in your parking lot. Yeah. I am also not going to wear said person’s quotes