Not Yours
White dust gathers on the window frame. The hall light flickers. I leave it on. You left the hallway holding its breath, one bare bulb swinging above the steps. The clock ticks loud in the e…
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White dust gathers on the window frame. The hall light flickers. I leave it on. You left the hallway holding its breath, one bare bulb swinging above the steps. The clock ticks loud in the e…
You had three chances. Don’t make me count them for you. You always knew how far was too far. That’s why you stopped one inch before it. A joke at my expense, a hand against the door, that l…
The fridge hums. Your phone lights up. Neither of us moves. You say “come here” like nothing happened, like the glass beside the sink grew teeth by itself. I watch you wipe the counter clean…
Keep talking. You’re almost convincing when I’m not in the room. You told them I’m impossible. That’s cute. You left out the part where you practiced every sentence on me first. Which words…
I put my scars on like lipstick, blood red and proud Every bruise you left me becomes my favorite crowd They say I’m damaged, say I’m crazy, say I’m too much But I wear the wreckage better t…
The photograph is still wet But I know the room it shows My chair beside the table My coat thrown by the door The angle makes no sense at all The camera should be here Instead I’m in the cen…
The roll sits in my jacket Wrapped twice inside a bag I leave it on the table And keep the room light on No red bulb, no chemicals No water in the trays If I never make the pictures They can…
I take the stairs below the street Concrete sweating in the cold One light works above the ramp The rest have all gone old I frame the pillars, empty cars A painted number three The flash tu…
I write the time across my wrist Four twelve beside the station One fresh roll, one fixed lens No room for explanation I choose a corner I can watch A bench, a sign, a crossing I take one fr…
Red light above the sink Negatives hang in a row Thirty-six ordinary frames At least that’s what I know I mark the strips and make the sheet Street corner, bridge and train A woman running t…
I reached the throne with ashes on my hands No golden gates, no promised land Just every version of me I had to lose Standing in silence like a crown I didn’t choose The chains are quiet, bu…
I came back wearing ash like a second skin With a mouth full of names I won’t forgive again The fire did not cleanse me, it taught me to see Every hand that held a knife while smiling at me…