All in Poetry
The Black Hole Where Your Heart Should Be
So you’ve discovered you’ve got a black hole where your heart should be.
An Appeal to Venus
There you are, sprawled out on a love seat
nurture
a friend has asked me once
who do I find beautiful,
so I said, “those that are natural”,
so I thought, “is it because I myself am not?”,
by some definition, myself, as late bloomer.
but under what sky does this matter, when the maples are
giving us their memory-sweet sap sooner than they ever did?
Polyphemus, As Understood by the Aromantic/Asexual Individual
In my cave under the mountain, I sing odes / to Nobody,
the world is my grave
my body will never be used
for what the male gods have the female insides predestined for
Time, A Notebook Of Water
From the moment we left those feelings
unpronounced