Category Poetry

Missing the Mark

I pick up the bow and arrow
again.
I aim
…

The dusk does not apologize
for the light it swallows whole,
nor does the seed mourn
…

Last night I dreamed of rooms—
none of them mine.
Woke up in the static hum
…

It seems I am forever
in the in-between spaces,
traveling back and forth
…

I thought that speaking truth,
that unforbidding the forbidden would
ease the hard pull of craving…
…

She whispers in my ear
You’re never going to be loved
La Bruja Maldita habla
…

I mean NEVER
out of control in public and
I have a part that disdains people who do.
…

I am not gushing out the blood of my abuse.
The compound fractures of my childhood
aligned,
…

I am looking from behind my eyes,
my physicality a veil I watch through clearly.
The skin of my eyes a barricade
…

I am from the dog-eat-dog family where
the youngest was not the baby but
the sin eater
…

A new year is coming.
We thought, back then,
by now,
…

There is a red string that
Separates
This land
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