9 June 2025
Through techno chaos and strobing blurs, find her in blonde ringlets veiled by cigarette smoke. In faces lifted out of view by platform boots.
Hard to know and easy to love. She wears an improvement on my outfit from last week. I sport a poor copy of her's.
11 April 2025
Tonsils leak blood-tinged yellow slime on the operating room table. The doctor tells me
that's the worst he's seen. It's the first time I've won something since the jelly bean
counting contest at the third-grade class party.
Minutes of my mornings are dedicated mining my nasal passages for debris yet a white
crust permanently coats the nostrils. Sinus infections and dandruff and pink eye, my
houseguests. I ate mashed potatoes and drank codeine for weeks to still puggishly
breathe. My socks conceal my toes' connection.
I'm a beautiful woman, I think.
In the car seat, her dad asked me how I didn't have a prom date. On the park bench, you call me pretty.
27 December 2024
Tonight, like most nights, a belt buckle reading “CASH” glitters above my pelvis.
Its worn leather end swings loose between my legs like a dick.
Jutting out my hips, I walk as if there really is something there, wielding power.
24 November 2024
In another bathroom stall, separated by 5 years
and a handful of kilometres,
I’m snorting ketamine with the girl I can’t love.
Lined eyes smudged. Adorned fingers swollen.
Flat ironed hair liberated by sweat.
Still, at 6am, a guy would take a chance on us.
I keep my sunglasses on to avoid His gaze.
Ravers cling to the speakers, too high to notice
that the hard techno sounds barely reach a whisper.
She asks if I want to leave. I’d follow her anywhere.
Tonight, that’s Station Charlevoix.
September 2023
My heart is made of breadcrumbs
that I sprinkle and feed
to my sweet birds.
Winter comes around
and now my heart
has migrated south.
22 April 2023
I want you to stand on the
other side of the ocean.
And I'll sceam your name
until my lips crack and I taste
pennies in the back of my throat.
I want to fill a carafe with
my tears then throw a dinner
party. And I'll keep pouring
more into your glass everytime
there's just a sip left.
I want to push the most beautiful
couple in the park over, catching
their heads before they topple.
And stroke each of their cheeks
with the back of my hand, while
kissing the tips of their noses.