I also go by my middle name, Renee, but you can call me about anything
The night sky makes a blanket Above the roiling sea. Wave over wave–down on The beachless mystery. Nothing bares a laugh or even a smile;
My Demon Girlfriend
“You didn’t think I’d stay forever, did you?” Nora shifted in her pink slippers that were more scuff than fluff. Her Pink Floyd T-shirt hung like a spiderweb, the hem brushing bare thighs. “No. I ain’t stupid,” she mumbled.
count your blessings
the worst part is, they cant see you through the blood in their eyes or the rose gold sun they worship blind they’ve promised themselves a better life
something about stars
Lonely stars dotting the sky, Hidden from each other in black expanse; Calling out, calling out, Screaming for someone to hear
Exhibit 1 A front porch stoop, badly in need of repainting. The stairs are buckling in the middle from rain and wear and opossums. Blurry figures on the bottom step, taking it up in its entirety. Chattering, laughing, talking. A car pulls up, and a woman emerges, opening her arms for her child to run into them. A chaste kiss for her husband. A hug poorly executed and too tight and too little and too burnt-out.
Blue stared at her reflection. She squinted her eyes, angled herself, saw the bulge of her stomach, turned back, and looked at the sliver of exposed skin between her high-waisted jeans and striped crop top. She liked this shirt. The sleeves weren’t too short, and it didn’t cling to her sides like a python trying very hard to murder its really cute prey. But showing any part of her midsection made her heart race with anxiety. Her final verdict was that she could not, in good taste, wear it to a party where there would be another actual real live lesbian.
It had been a quiet night at the Dickinson Family Diner. The garbled radio mumbling from the kitchen prophesied a heavy thunderstorm in the early hours next morning, but for now, there wasn’t a drop of rain in sight.
garden of ashes
do you think i miss you? i will not follow your muddy footprints or dive into raging rivers no more and now you backtrack, backpedal,