woman wearing white dress on garden

In a garden of boredom

I’d like to be a weed

in a symbiosis with scissors

and other sharp objects

that may make me bow

constantly dying, always regrowing

unwanted but determined

flawlessly ugly and wrath invoking,

with roots that choke

anything around me.

Pick me, if you dare.


two women wearing gas mask standing beside tent

Are you looking for love

or ownership?

Her heart isn’t yours and it never will be

(you’re not even a real surgeon

and you don’t know how to cut through!)

Admiration means nothing

if you have to touch it to know it’s there.

You’d rather see her blind

than let her have a choice

because you’re afraid it

wouldn’t be you.

Air Resistance

man spin with splash of white powder

My love is hooved

and my goodbyes blunt toothed.

I never say what I mean.

The distance between us is so vast

my blows are caresses

by the time they hit your cheek.

I will never let anyone else

lose you because something

of yours has to belong to me.

This is it: You are mine to miss.

The Art of Self Cannibalism (and how to turn it into profit!)

woman in black tank top
  1. The ego is fragile. Some things cannot be digested. Spit.

2. Evolutionary superiority comes with a price. And just like content, it’s not meant for everybody. You were born hungry.

3. The only person you can trust is you. The only person in your way is you. Your teeth should always be sharper than your skin.

4. Benefit from the pieces people carved out of you. Don’t be greedy: what you let live is more important than what you killed.

The Good Cartographer

person's legs

selfish love

rubs off on me

tired hearts are the hardest to break

but I’m done scraping poetry

off of your footsteps

leaving the crime scene pristine

as your soles

when they paved me

your conquest

waved and left

the key to my body

at the door

as I try to turn another 

failure into a lesson.