Poetry

My sister is slowly killing me with every failed suicide. The one thing we have in common: We float.

Having come to write a tribute to my son, but unable to wrap my heart around final words…

I want to understand humanity, but I can make no sense of this. This timeless tragedy plays out again and again…

Today I tap my tail against a dandelion while admiring my ageless shadow

When you slipped away and their last murmuring prayers failed, when your glorious voice was forgotten in sorrow…

I briefly had a crush on the doctor who administered my vaccine. It was the elixir of biceps and hope.

Never forget the terrible speed of birds skirting on top of green water. The earth’s rotation unseen through sunglasses.

Pink sweaters sometimes bring strange weather here. Normativity is a macho badge, I am a growing symbol of myself.

Behind me like a waterfall, parting: for one moment, I glimpsed you beneath the lies and the masks and the violence.