Poems from alexandragold
I bite down on my pencil
My teeth are gooey
The gum blood falls in the Union Square community compost
I spit out cinnamon chewing gum
(My...
the American nesting doll opens
up under pressure boiling till the tip
oozes out spitting epiphanies of
progress onto the middle nation...
There are no nails on my fingers when they
Press down
Chopping baby hairs off
(my hair fell out)
When I was young
(one)
The geese scrape...
Making eye contact with the 75-year-old man reading a YA novel next to me on the plane I beg to be thinSkinny enough to slide through the...
nod at me nod at the rooftop do it nod
acknowledge the bathtub on the penthouse garden where i am with my friends taking photos in cowboy...