writing

April 2013

1 post

the time for me to be
“kitty”. sixteen,5′ 11″,white,prostitute.
is quickly coming to a close
i ache with the ending

but i really don’t know what i’m so sad about
even before i turn one year too old
i tell all the ephebophiles my name is “sadie”
and i’m only 5’4”

Apr 14, 2013

#poetry #ee cummings

March 2013

2 posts

there are few things
keeping me alive
(just barely)
and none
of them
are
you

Mar 6, 2013

#poetry

she doesn’t know
that my dad was buried
just down the road
from where i first met
her mother

she doesn’t know
that when my mom said
“he didn’t make it”
i didn’t cry

she doesn’t know
that, years later
i’ve never wanted to join him
(perhaps in the plot next to him
that mom bought for my brother)
more than i do right now

Mar 6, 2013

#poetry