NaPoWriMo 9

rub the truth against the roof of your mouth. roll it between thumb and finger, and hear the way it falls apart. if it doesn’t smoke it. if it does roll again. the cost of building a house is almost the same anywhere, its the cost of the land that changes. ~ “look, sunflower” you say “look,… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 9

NaPoWriMo 4

the heat attracts itself to her like flame to moth teases instinct out and she dances with it. meeting you salves her exasperation. soothes the hives from days spent furling and unfurling her tulipped mouth for them, the aggressively uninteresting. but for you she springs, like hair from a bun.