Poetry

Gamble

Trigger Warning: Eating Disorder

(2020) 

My relationship with Food
is like a gamble-

I reach in the refrigerator for the dice-
And shake them vigorously,
Hoping that I will win this round

Hoping that I will win
the pot of serotonin

But I always forget-

That I had betted cortisol
And when you win the pot-
You win what you put up

And then some.

Condensation

(2020) 

He lies on top of me

And I sigh

To form condensation

Against his skin

And I trace

The words ‘I love you’

And the little hearts

Filled with our initials, blissfully

As if this is going to last beyond tonight-

I remember being told

To never write on windows

When it rained

Because it would stain them

So maybe

Just maybe

Tonight will stick to him

As long as it sticks with me.

Endless Summer

(2020) 

Bare feet in the grass

Morning dew kissing toes

Hands twisting red fruit off of vines

Smooth, soft hands slicing

Spilling the juice on the counter

And letting it make love with mayonnaise on

A bed of white bread

Sweating salt, pepper and olive oil

Caught by white teeth

Dripping down dark lips and

Spilling onto the white shirts of summertime

A kiss unremovable by bleach

Unless taken care of immediately

Cracklings snapping in mouth

Caking the inside

Drained water bottles

Turn bicycles to motorcycles

Wreaking havoc through the neighborhood until

The streetlights shepherd us

Inside

AC wraps around brown legs

Tangled on a pallet

Before she goes to rest

A blanket is thrown over them

Causing your eyes to flutter open for a moment

Before continuing to

Dream of the next day

Of an endless summer