I am so in pain confused ripped apart raw gates of shot pulsating puke of machinery synapses will you let me in will you fill my grin will you spill my sin take me take me hard as nails spilled out of town. I am crying out for help but you retract like a small snake like a rack tack. I... read more
It is nine months today. Since you joined us and we became three. Nine months of nappies. Nine months of smelly bums and smellier bins. Nine months of being ecstatically happy and devastatingly sad. Nine months of looking for a new identity as your identity is emerging. Nine months of real ... read more
The heat of our necks pressed against impress My imperfect darling. Warm stone, cold face, warm face, cold stone Stencils lace and linger. Crevice of your knuckles a scattered silk And timed vows of rupture Spreading our lines to a suburban fence And tongues imprint hot cheeks. A glove... read more