“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.”
“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
“Another weekend wasted Alone in my room And I don’t think It’s possible To be Any more Dead Than I am Right now.”
“Slam poetry. Yelling. Angry. Waving my hands a lot. Specific point of view on things. Cynthia. Cyn-thi-a. Jesus died for our Cynthia’s...”
“Hast du schon mal das Gefühl gehabt an der Liebe zu jemandem zu zerbrechen?”
Sometimes I Wish I Never Took a Women's Studies Class
Sometimes I wish I never took a women’s studies class. How, once I saw the war against us, I could not unsee it. How aware I became of the billboards and their slow twist of my arm. The lipsticks I used to collect, and love, suddenly many-hued bullets. Walking out from the midnight of a movie theatr...
“I slit my wrists and ate a bunch of pills, hoping that I’d see you again, but a few days later I woke up in a hospital bed with a head...”