You break me over your knee, splintering my soul as you say that I am the best beauty you’ve ever held in your arms, your harmful arms, like bombs on my landscape, long strikes across my spine, across the apples of my cheeks. I make eyes at a monster, across the darkened car, and all…

Tasting your lips as the Taylor Swift record you put on spins to the last second, we are surrounded by silence, enveloped by the insistent heat of the summer night, and the moonlight that moves through the curtains onto our skin. I kiss you, again, our love story, layered and luscious, standing and then falling,…

Don’t ask me to explain the science of religion again, I’m pretty, and I’m petty, pressing my lips against yours until you can no longer speak, and I’m at peace, because everything is quiet, everyone is absent, except for you and me. You make me dinner, hours after I fell asleep, you never quite get…