September 2017 – Page 2

So I heard that poets are attention seeking:

Of freaking course I’m attention seeking. I exist, don’t I? Sometimes I need reminders I exist, don’t I? Look, I’m not mirage nor magician but I sure am real great at disappearing. At moving in minimize- at speaking in silence, in cemetery because I long ago buried my voice every time my mother spoke overContinue reading “So I heard that poets are attention seeking: “

Premenstrual dysphoric disorder is a thing with limbs

that wakes worried and walks woeful rolls in after half a months absence then melts me millimeter by millimeter to my mattress to make sure I know just how flat I am. It tried to get me to stay home today to put my mouth on mute today It tells me this poem is bullshit,Continue reading “Premenstrual dysphoric disorder is a thing with limbs”