short

Drywall

overthinking the wasp in the corner of the room

please do not say anything until someone screams

how many shoes have you seen on the side walk?

long read stories about why they are there

we all have feelings we cannot explain

maybe someone understands the drywall dust/ice cream sandwich/newly renovated basement feeling?

sitting in the long grass with your favourite pair of blue eyes?

consistent confusion

not courage

You remind me of a sad hand job.

Not quite what I wanted,

Nor what I signed up for.

You hurt a bit.

And I know I could do better myself.

Inching by I sit beside a nauseous narcissist

Waving through the air

Reaching for a branch that does not exist

Hues of green

I can see the sweat beading on his forehead

He vomited all down the trail

As I held the measuring tape

Empirical Inch worm

Basted

If my hands were udders

And my fingers teats

Would you milk me every day ?
Eastbound

Instant microwave eggs

Not what I wanted for my sweet sixteen

Category loaves

Infinity scarf

Doesn’t mean you’ll live forever

Dollar store eyeshadow
Small Town Effect

Rolling hills and drug deals

Mark my words

The back of a stop sign is no longer innocent