Poems from boringbones
1. Scrub your skin cleanuntil the fingerprintsof mean boysare wiped clear fromyour thighs and wrists.
2. When your heart weighstoo much...
I want to rub honey into your wounds and stitch them shut with strands of my hair. The freckles on your shoulder blades form a...
Sunshine will burstthrough my ribcageand illuminate the skywith a warm yellow lightthat will pourover your skinduring yourcoldest winters....
I hope that by now you have caught all the butterfliesthat once freely fluttered within your intestines.And instead of killing them,you...
I tied lavender teabagsto my whittled whitefingers and pretendedI was Virginia Woolf.However, Virginia sankinto the River Ouseand I,into...