Hand embroidery on natural linen.
throughout the day it was so nice
All men are dust or will be, 2014
there is a rottenness inside my tiny heart
"i am no good" and you
can taste it when you get
too close- it tastes like
exposed wires and chipped paint
and things that are falling apart.
i know i will break you
in some way, like i break all the others
"stay back," i am combustible;
there are devastating fireworks
whenever my lips meet another’s
despite any good intentions.
you keep searching and it is so sad
"i have nothing left"
please i am too strong to let you in
but too weak to stop you from trying.
wash the beachlight out of your hair/ rinse the sand
from your skin/ rinnsse the salt
from your lips.