Attempted updates at the whim of the moon from the adventures of a queer on a quest to find themself and save the world.
Tuesday, July 24, 2018
Found Poetry
Friday, July 13, 2018
I'd like to fuck you in the dark
For a long time,
I only wanted to fuck you with the light on.
I like to look at your face,
Your eyes, your arms.
I am in love with the way you bite your lip when trying not to call out.
I am in love with the freckles starring constellations across your shoulders.
A few weeks ago, you asked to fuck me in the dark.
You told me you like to feel me.
At the time I didn't understand what you meant.
But tonight
Tonight I lead a dozen school children in a night hike
Tonight every detail of every tree popped out at me.
Tonight the stars of the milky way were pinpoints of sensation across my skin
And I think I understood
Why you'd like to fuck in the dark.
Friday, July 6, 2018
Today it rained
New York city is concrete and granite. Basalt and sidewalk. Sometimes the rain falls and it doesn't know where to go. There is no comforting green to welcome it home but hard pavement and unrepentant, undulating car tires.
The water panics. It can't go anywhere. It rushes the water treatment plant in howling whirlpools and frantic waves. It flings itsself into New York Bay and brings the filth of the city with it.