Poems from shel
It’s 10amI am smiling at my sleeping lover, his daughter curled up next to him, so tiny and vulnerable.I am thinking about you, all...
My mothers’ words echo“Healthy”“Your figure”“So beautiful”Health makes me cry and I do not want a figureOf any kindAnd I know her version...
I don't want to be a muse any more.I have too much paint in my soul for your tributes,too much blood in my veinsfor the task of inspiring...
The pages of my favorite booksall feel like the grains in our sidewalkwhere I memorized Arcturus, Vega,Altair, and the pattern of your...
Mouths I have kisseda thousand timesLetting fanged words slither out"Why is it always about rape with you?"little venomous soundshissing...