I want my mouth
over anywhere
your mouth has been
there is a frozen
chocolate milkshake
in the freezer
with your straw
stuck in it like
a lit cigarette
I burn for you
but the cup is an
icicle a block
of crystal pellets
melting on the purple
island of my palm
(originally published in Perceptions Magazine, Summer 2022)
in the future i’d be watching you smoke
cigarettes
waving your smoke away
with cleaver hands
breakfast would come
we’d slice cucumbers in the wet-
snake leather kitchen
rectangular blade neatly fit
sink-soaked
the yolk in the sandwich a little drippy
warm & familiar
the electric stampede of spiders’ feet
never did the future weave
faint spiderweb strands
(originally published in Sobotka Literary Magazine – Issue #3)
my mouth & cigarette smoke
like chewed lipstick.
faces clung with intertwined tongue
sweat, turtle. the lotioned hand.
grip now. hold.
(originally published in Vine Leaves Literary Journal – Issue #14)