Poems, words, writing, thinking

THE CLOG (i am constantly pulling a crocheted 3d model of spaghetti out of my stomach)

I kiss you and I am (w)hole

hapticKiss

Skin

For I have but the power to kill, without the power to die

Someone, I Tell You, In Another Time, Will Remember Us

I’m softer than you think

I am in flames yet I do not burn