The butterflies dance lazily through the weeds Afternoon shines gold over the florets These moments are the only break From the grinding teeth of the machine    The patch of weeds I tend Surrounded by over-shaven lawns Dead lifeless lawns Dead restless people  Driving round Staring at their phones Searching...

Skin Hunger is a real thing — look it up. Our bodies keep a ledger of all the lips not kissed, of backs that go untouched and past a certain point the ledger expects a payment.Cortisol up,anxiety up, heart rate...

my Sadness grew becoming a motherblooming with Fear for her childrenit was no small thing to reconcileto self soothe, when she scream while giving birth to themthe children were inconsolable Fears became Angerhe was the last to be deliveredand...

I measure my daysin time signaturescount sobrietyin whole rests where the damper pedal is godand Iits humble servant my foot pressed into mercybeggin every fractured chordpleasehold ondon’t leave me til I remember how to breatheone barfour barssixteenthirty twosixty four til the urgeslips...