i’m stretching beyond boundary
thinly sliced into action
i’m abundant
too there to be here. too here to be there.

Better batter.
fox calls, early morning rise
youre den’s been crashed in
turned with lemonade and bitter sugars
how long will you chase your own tail?
its not up to us to decide our capacity
beauty in the eye of the beholder, right dear?
nothing about this is beautiful
its rough and messy
far from abstract its
cringe your nose in disgust.

lets play fox and hound.

showers clean time off my skin
wants to jump out of its undoing
there’s no place like no place like no place
and you’re there
clearly a mold into the mattress
two stucco to fit elsewhere
you’ve been caged
to a twin bed and an arm that falls asleep sooner now

let me tie your wrists
free your body
lets do moon walks and fox dances
lets prance around the map like stubborn pins

we’re more trailer park Storie than Gulliver
there’s Macgyver in our bones
use them

im bitter with the cold
snapping whelp-pup

Car wash day
I’ve been keeping tabs on the filters for extra particles
dreaming of lovers lovers lovers
the kind I was to (k)hiss.
it’s been a long time since
i’m cooing hoots in space hoping for moisture to carry enough weight
to reach your brow
for your hand to grace the wet away – curiously
this is effortless.



A1 called me a fool

since then ive been called magic
succubus, healer, she-wolf, goddess-
the fox calls me a legend.
Too mystery to be true too far to be loved
we are inconsequential. an impossibility to strive for
i’ll gift you expectation
i’ll gift you one day
ill leave you with the could be
you too.

an unachievable desire
or a buffer between you
and reality
types that makes you forget you live with yourself.

let your head spin around it.

Even if they never come at me from the side
i know well of the pain
when skin pulls on metal it sustains
a grasp of ambiance. The type that makes you empty
your pockets and litter your bank account away.

i know i’m probably the nettles
that has left you r
skin bruised and calloused
like -knocking won’t do you no good
because ghosts
are never the problem
people… people
are the problem.
so i’ll paint you a shade of unruly kidney then,
i’ll be some



I’ve wrangled enough
Granules to keep crumbs
From the inside of my sheets
They now sit, firm formed and
Pretentious. Pleading.
like we all saw it coming
Like signing will make it any better.
Only our growls will
Make true the raw of my throat
Arias to our disbilief.
Your innocence is- kind – Sarah-tonin to my melanin.