Month: April 2016

Stolen  memories 

The whiskey burned

like the hole left over

from a stolen memory

I plotted many murders

but no blood ever splashed upon my hands

I wrote love poems

but never learned

to love 

The wine was never enough

None of it

was ever enough

in the very end

Life kills

far too slow


And far too swiftly

other times

Nirvana Lyrics on Napkins

The wind changes


and I fall in and out

and back again

Don’t you know I’m a fickle girl?

I drink watered down 


contemplating my desires 

and write Nirvana lyrics

on napkins

at 3 a.m.

in hopes he will summon me

but there is only smoke

and a mirror

that tells me

my mascara is running.