“Furnished Blush”

One slip, a falling trick, then she’s in his arms, a CRASH.

He traces her Picasso cheekbones. The back of his hand comes away, a smear of soft yellow glitter.

She frets about the smear. Do I still look alright? She fears.

It looks fine. But then the eyes. Can you see them? She asks. They follow her. There are so many.

He doesn’t know what to say. Can he make it up to her, in any way? He’s not sure what he did wrong.

“Able-Bodied”

Where my feet

should be

can’t begin to step

to step

to step

takes energy

I do not have

to walk

I’d rather fly

to step

to glide

past the brick

and mortar

down a set of stone

steps going down

going down

that building is so

white it hurts

my eyes

can’t look

now to step

to step

a familiar

what path

is this?

A bird

am I

just a limping thing

or can I

fly

to glide my

arms open wide

for some semblance

a taste of home

“Corsets: Part Two”

binding history

a ghost in the fog

golden fruit

broken spinal

columns

of a war

a war of

blood and thorns

born of a war

lead paint

lead blade

lead pencil

black vines

of obsidian

made of war

orange sparrow

stuck to her

a war partridge

a partridge of war

rivers running

red rivers

made of battles

chaos rising

a ghost in the fog

binding history

a war of wounds

smudged bodies

the all-seeing eye

 

“Corsets: Part One”

rib cages

leather threads

threads

time cracking

cracking her

spine already

cracked

bound chest

leather health

buckled medicine

unlike vanity

vanity

wrought cages

rib cages

holes where

she should be

should be

straight and

narrow waist

bound chest

bound and binding

a contract with

herself with

herself

doctor’s orders

 

 

Half God Half Devil

Your body stretches towards mine

ill flower

with roots as hands

but thorns growing on

the inside covered in sticky

red brine

born this way but

twisted into your own creation

something

I couldn’t help

but love

your throat covered in

the sins

you couldn’t save

I loved those too

your wrists awash in

good behavior

preached with

living torture

made with lines

drawn in the

sand of my favorite

shore

made of you

misery marigold