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Reality in Love

looking at me, looking at you

we see in each other’s faces

every forgettable detail. it is

not so refreshing at all, my

mole above the lip, nor your

mundane lashes, when you

cannot decide on a wish. there

is nothing else, only the

awareness that you notice me

incompletely. that you look

me in the eyes, like you cannot

save me. still, you stay, enough

to mirror our shivering. no one

is here to see us, only one quiet

animal to quiet animal, heads

never leaving the place of

the other’s neck.

July 1, 2025

After Summer Rain

While I wait

for the rain to stop,

insight escapes me

because my past started

to extend into a bigger

picture. Just recently,

for forever. Was it real,

the tremble, or was it alive,

the swallowtail?

I am waiting for it to stop,

neither resting nor dead,

just enough for it to be safe.

Why did joy only exist in

a memory?

A swan weeping

in its own private

moments. Every friend

bearing infinite shame.

A mother’s mother is

looking for her.

Yes,

real prayers do not fail,

but sometimes we are not

ready to return to ourselves.

But I forget the details, like

an angel’s name in a dream,

the dog chasing the frog,

and the sister’s soaked

shoes.

While I wait

for the rain to stop,

I somehow choose

impatience. I must bring to

you your blue baby’s breath

flowers. Which just means

I nearly forgot

you were glad to see me.

June 30, 2025

doll 2

you are afraid

to bring me home

because i am

a haunted thing.

so you only

look, tempted

to kill me because

it would not hurt

if you told yourself

that’s what i wanted.

your addiction to the

illusion that i am

the monster

is ironic.

you are more me

than i am you. you

are the one that is

still begging

to be alive.

doll 1

these days the nearer

i am to the screen

the stronger the sound

of the rain. too much

time spent staring out

into the window.

that is my worth

to a faceless world—

lightning flashes

before my eyes.

rain stops. thunder

stops. there is an angel

whose mission is to

shatter me.

that is the will

of reality. i begin bleeding

to the mirror.

still, the thing

that stays is the smile

curving into

the truth: i am beautiful

but only when i am empty.

come, i can be your

empty girl. stuff me full

of your shame.