Buds on the tree  they think they are free from a New England winter  that bucks in the middle of spring, but that doesn’t stop the bees  from drinking up on this summer’s eve.


She goes to sleep with the illusion  of human connection  glowing from her TV  and spends her days watching people in a box as if real people she could hug and touch  were only a thing of museums  and she had to pay  just to get in, because if she can’t rely  on her loved…


I’ve been this struggling sapling worming and  wriggling  to breach the surface  to breathe the air  I’ve always longed for, but up  isn’t always up and down isn’t always down and sometimes east and west  are conjoined twins and I’m racking my brain to figure out why we should  Never Eat Shredded Wheat because it…


Understand  that I will not chase you as I am a woman not a bitch with a bone. 

Ode to the Pussy

Ode to the pussy that’s right, you heard me correctly  this is a poem  dedicated to the pussy my pussy specifically you see she’s quite the detective, always knowing  what or who is coming next, if I should continue seeing him  or onto the next one because she too  knows what she wants  and that…


I wear these words  as armor because if I can’t rely on you to hold me to protect me to embrace me, I’ll do it myself.

If My Mind Was a Fire

If my mind was a fire, I might set up the camping chairs  and make s’mores, might stare into the flames and get lost in a history of campfires, or I might let my candles  burn themselves to oblivion. 


Have you ever tried  to shake out laundry  drying on a line  of any bees that might have made your jeans  a temporary home? That is what it feels like trying to empty out my head before bed— just trying to free these bees before they sting me  in my sleep.

These Bones

I am done believing  in broken men I am tired of thirsty texts empty heads being left on read I am through with  opening myself up  just to have the door shut because the thing about trust is that it does not  grow on trees in fact, I would put more trust in a tree…


Consider all the locks  in our lives meant to protect but more importantly  meant to keep others out— I don’t know why but I leave myself unlocked around you, when maybe I’m better off engaging the deadbolt.