Whatever the moment calls for
cremate your losses
put them in the urn
that once was your heart

–Krista Franklin

I recently received my acceptance letter for the Graduate program in Writing at the School of the Art Institute Chicago. I start my MFA program in August.

“You know what’s going to keep me warm at night? …..Those degreeeez.“

poem for the unspeakable

Blue
touch
breath
lick

sway
dip
stick
smear
fear

smile
hush

push
scream
squeeze

beat

retreat