Mannequin Skin, a 3-part poem, written at the edge of goodbye. You don’t need the memoir to feel it, but soon, you’ll have it. Thanks for reading to the bone.
Tag: poem
We Beastly Women: Mythical Metaphors
We Beastly Women don’t always roar—sometimes we sheath our claws and burn anyway.
Baptism by Floundering
From the edge of a boardwalk, o’er the Canal, where a new Barbie rod caught its first & last fish before being abandoned forevermore. (Cue the melodrama.)
a one-sided convo w/ a sociopath’s texts
(S)He is… a fuckin joke, a jobless alcoholic bum