Dear Foolish Wound
Dear foolish wound,
gaping gash in my pride,
self-inflicted affliction
of delusions of affection:
white room
So innocuous, this place with horizons for walls, this featureless room where our distillations meet. The air here reeks of the last word you wrote. With time, with silence the scent turns to rancid semiotic soup. The specter of every phrase goes brittle at the edges. I cut myself on them to make sure they […]
My Girl
Won’t let me touch. She pulls away, laughing. Not the giggle of a tease, But the hysteria of the damaged. She’s fucked up. And I pursue her anyway, grateful for her tolerance. What does that make me? Little by little, cast as the carnivore, she erodes me until I’m a smooth, rounded stone for her […]
Spine
Cervical I watch him fuck other women. He loves the fact that I watch. He smiles and I keep my secret: every flex of his muscle, every thrust into her cunt, is a shiny new nail in my spine, bracing me upright until I know I’ll never bend again Thoracic It hammers home, and home, […]
The Scar
This is all I know. The scars left behind by your attentions will not bring me comfort when you are gone. They will haunt me, and cause me to question my sanity at the time of my acquiescence.
Geocentricity
I’m feeling cruel today. Words crowd my brain, teetering at my fingertips like cudgels. I don’t want to play your dearest friend, proxy mother, saintly virgin, or ghost. Either fuck me or fuck off.
Extremadura
Do you wonder if it is hard for me not to visit your well of cool water? I am mad with thirst, like a beast of burden dragging its plow through half a world of rocky, unbroken soil. Many times I have sent myself into exile. Never once has it hurt like this. photo: Kalense […]
Withdrawal
I wanted with such ferocity. And for a long time, the wanting seemed a pleasure in itself. Sticky droplets budded on the surface of my skin before a single touch. But desire grows strange, stale in this tight, airless place. Tiny crystals of bitter need, glitter-sharp, glassy shards sparkle along the stems of my unmet […]
Cusp
Today I found Your cock, still tucked In the sleeve of my summer kimono. The season is turning: Time to replace the flight of dragonflies With a shower of golden maple leaves. Time to accept That the summer sun Has grown mild and indifferent. I’ll nestle you In a beautiful lacquer box And bury my […]
Stroke
I’m introing this post because it’s the most plotless piece of stroke fiction I’ve ever written *grin*. I’m still playing with writing in the male POV, even though this is in the third person. Although visually not a problem, I’m not sure this will classify as work-safe. In fact, if you’re male, I certainly hope it doesn’t.