Poems

Open your eyes to the color of hazy guava

kiss me wide and open

run the chili powder on your mouth

When you have nothing better to do

swallowing matches is a fun trick

how many things have you ruined?

You are lonely and I am lonely too

eat me like saffron

you are an escape artist and I am a stunt double

we are both lava lamps

Skinny dip into morning stars

move to the synth of bees buzzing

tear into pulpy promises like the beginning of summer

open your eyes to the color of hazy guava

run the chili powder on your mouth.

I want to do right by my parents, be a good child.

I do my best to be beautiful and good for everyone, but most certainly for him, him and them.

At best I’m untamed, face always flushed out, mouth a wide O of fetish.

Some pervert butterfly

I want magic.

Old girl is resurrecting

ghosts

over cheap champagne up to her old tricks again.