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i am in shock
i just wanted to write the words across the page
not jolt my way down the stairs
each of my legs is a filament
can you see the way my hair stands on end
as i look at you
my fingers coil into cables and jam themselves into any available sockets
the friction between my clothes makes a sparkling crackling sound

» Posted By sevenwords On 04.26.2017 @ 7:45 pm


loading her boxes
into the back of the truck
the skin between her jeans
and her shirt
is visible

raw and

she drops a cardboard
prism onto
the pavement
and it

unhinges itself
papers and pictures
splattering everywhere
like paint

her face and the faces
of everyone she
flapping on the

» Posted By sevenwords On 11.20.2016 @ 8:31 pm


calorie count
she looks at her phone researching
the number in the little leaf of lettuce
she nibbled on before breakfast like a rabbit
she crinkles her nose
at the number pretends to shy the screen away from me

this cry for help, her bushy tail cries for help
her ears turned to see if i will cry, if i will nudge the carrot
into her mouth, forcefully

» Posted By sevenwords On 01.17.2016 @ 8:39 pm


“exactly what i needed,” Leo
says as she massages his back (to be
honest he is hoping she will go further
press her hands under the black material)

they have been dating for months now and
come to the point where they simply long for each
other’s skin like sunbeams in cafe windows and
the last drop of tea

» Posted By sevenwords On 01.03.2016 @ 7:16 pm


i cannot be held accountable
for my actions
they flow from me
they fly from me
like sparrows on the trees
i release them like breadcrumbs
and they are gone

do not trace them back to me
like a spinning top
spouting off arms and legs
and limbs
i do not hold the answers
i do not hold the truth

do not hold me (accountable)

» Posted By sevenwords On 11.23.2015 @ 5:32 pm


her hair was disheveled
and her teeth were cooked
and she walked curved
in circular river motions
veering left and right
as she shook

pennies falling out of her pocket
pencils falling out of her coat
she walked halfway across the street
then turned sharply
on the zebra crossing
and went left

» Posted By sevenwords On 11.12.2015 @ 5:59 pm


she snapped
under the lights
the two beams formed knives
that split her right down the middle

she had been thinking
of life
of college
of love
of lust
of how she could possibly consider
all the things that she needed to ever consider

there was joy in the cracking

she finally learnt what lay beneath her skin

» Posted By sevenwords On 08.15.2015 @ 9:46 am


i stretch an octave
splayed out across this couch
play the lettered keys under me
in time

my eyes are closed
and my skin is bare
all the tones of tan of olive
green of cobalt blue and canary
yellow that my painting teacher
swore to us lure
within the creases

» Posted By sevenwords On 06.17.2015 @ 1:42 pm


locally grown
in my home
i was birthed on this
paisley couch
that i drape my limbs
on lazily in the summer

(that we lay on breathing heavily
secrets into each other’s skin
wrapped in our own understandings
and desire)

i cannot stray to far
from this living room
as your arms entrap
my sides

» Posted By sevenwords On 06.09.2015 @ 12:28 pm


where there’s a will there’s a way
and there’s a way to force one’s will upon another

it was dark at the party
and his breath was hot and fast and dirty
like the kebab carts on the street
and the sticky air that slinks out of the old subway
car doors in the city summer

his breath smelt dark and dank
like my grandfather’s cellar
smelt of rats
of rat poison

of nothingness

i hated him in that moment
i hate him still

» Posted By sevenwords On 04.26.2015 @ 4:55 pm


i play the piano

with black and white
side by side

with long fingers

i build bridges
for the pilgrims

with elbows high I shade

with ears open
I hear

» Posted By sevenwords On 02.08.2015 @ 8:40 am



her lips have markings
each line
her breaths measure the miles
she has to go before
she can ever say that she is home
and her eyes measure
case us all
tell us our dimensions
numbers and words

» Posted By sevenwords On 01.28.2015 @ 9:05 pm


its martin luther king day
so i doubt this is a coincidence

making blacks and whites combine
we do not create gray
but a gradient

its is not about color blindness
but color mindness
color kindness

we do not want to erase
we want to see
and respect

» Posted By sevenwords On 01.19.2015 @ 6:00 am


sprinkled from your fingers
i look up
and it is wiring down around my
ringing it i place out
my palms
catch it
catch it
like snow flurries
it is all that i see
coming tumbling down
as you wiggle your

» Posted By sevenwords On 12.21.2014 @ 7:39 am


i am sitting on the beach
staring into the sand
and thinking

with my fingers out palms down
i level mountains

(the waves crash in out
slow and monotonous,
a kite sails above me,
the froth rises to my toes)

» Posted By sevenwords On 12.09.2014 @ 5:41 pm



i do not wear them
because they make my hair look weird

much more suited for english

once my brothers friend
helped me brush my hair

put it up she cried
chastising me
i told her it would not look good

she gathered it all back and elasticated
it with a snap
oh you’re right
she laughed

» Posted By sevenwords On 12.07.2014 @ 5:10 pm


we lost our jobs
with each other
i no longer walk up the stairs
and you no longer grill me constantly
you are done
your job is cut
we did not have the funds for your upkeep
or the

» Posted By sevenwords On 12.04.2014 @ 5:20 pm


building a fort
to keep you out
and keep us in
against the cold
we wear our fears on our
fingertips like spikes
to prick the skin of our frosty
inside we breathe life
rosy cheek colors under the

» Posted By sevenwords On 12.01.2014 @ 6:39 pm


what an odd thing
to sit and touch your skin
in the darkness
to unravel you slowly
with my fingertips
and feel the warmth creep up my bones
every pore in my skin
is open
and my toes
they wiggle

» Posted By sevenwords On 11.25.2014 @ 7:25 pm


the centerpiece glistened
under the stares darting across the table.

She opened her mouth to speak. But the words would
not come. Like a leaky faucet she dripped
incomprehensive syllables that were
not understood.

across the table
someone rustled
in their chair

» Posted By sevenwords On 11.22.2014 @ 7:01 am


i leave trails of hot breath on the windows
and when you take a shower the steam illuminates
them as they are just
that shade

when i trace my spirals on your skin
you say i leave marks
and you can feel the path
my fingertips have wandered

as you watch me walk away
you leave zigzags on my back
and i can feel your pupils

» Posted By sevenwords On 11.19.2014 @ 7:13 pm


sweet and sticky
you drip off my limbs
like caramel
encasing my arms
in sickly sugar armor
giving me

» Posted By sevenwords On 11.14.2014 @ 4:30 am



i am sorry
dear sir
but i cannot find it
i am looking under the folds
of your skin
and behind the sockets of your eyes
but in the purplish blue gray greens
i am just losing myself and i cannot find your
though it lurks around your ears
dank musty moist
i cannot find it in-between your toes
or on your teeth

» Posted By sevenwords On 11.11.2014 @ 7:40 pm


am i brave
when i lay my hand
across your chest
and i can
your heart
hun gry

whisper me words
in silver drops
that will fall down my
and make the strands
stick to the side
with you

» Posted By sevenwords On 08.17.2014 @ 2:50 am


a cloudless sky
is hard to come by
a darkened sky
that holds all lies
between its black and
gaping teeth
it seems exposed
but look beneath
the clouds are not the only things that hide
below the stars and
wind that glides
that holds the whispers
that softly-speak
it whisks it all

» Posted By sevenwords On 06.15.2014 @ 6:10 pm


to fail
o win
to score
to fall
being motivated to fall
working to fail
to float and teeter down
through space
the idea of striving to be slow
is almost something
unimaginable in
todays society
the idea that you could work for random
and space
why is glory always a highpoint of standstill
and not a state

» Posted By sevenwords On 03.27.2014 @ 6:51 pm


actively i hate you
passively i don’t
i just dawdle in my glares because
what’s the point of wasting
my ounces of energy on you
they are hard earned
and hard spent
dislike is a calorie counter
it eats away at you and
chews and chomps your
your legs grow thin
and your eyes

» Posted By sevenwords On 03.19.2014 @ 5:04 pm


competing for the prize
my thighs are skinnier than yours
your eyes are bigger
my stomach flatter
your hair blonder

why is it a competition

i don’t want to compete
i don’t want to be friends either
but i don’t want to compete

in competing there is more pain
than there’s worth

» Posted By sevenwords On 03.15.2014 @ 6:22 am


you’re a trooper bud
you try really hard
so hard
and everyone loves you for it
they give you affectionate glares
when you screw it up
and the highest high
when you get things
but more often you get things wrongs
like the time
you took out
all the lego
and threw it on the floor
screaming and crying
crying and screaming

» Posted By sevenwords On 01.12.2014 @ 4:59 pm


the heavy stench was on her lips
as she staggered down the stairs
and her brightly painted
toenails came
down and her
hair fell over
her drawn face
covering her now drunk
makeup that everyone in
the place
had already

» Posted By sevenwords On 01.09.2014 @ 3:46 pm

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