12th Grade

Every summer, every winter.


Conversations had on a Lazy Afternoon Under the Meth Tree

Virginity, lifeless miscreant!
Why would you ever deign to approach me
when your only aim was to trample my naivety?

Journal 5.7.17

More than one person close to me has suggested that I might be a sex addict.

Rape Poem no. 5

Pretending it never happened isn’t going as well as expected.