Poems from Ascetic
To Aliza Le
I remember, sister--
The boys who used to pick at my sexuality like daisies
I felt my heart shrivel alike decaying rose...
Ocean eyes keep me in sight
Its hand tenderly holding mine
Ensuring I’m kept in the light
The rolling waves, embellished with the...
Dearest Ophelia
How did it feel
As you accepted death?
How did it feel
When your lips bubbled misery?
How did it feel
To have drawn your...