The pope of Rabbits The “rabbit pope” Got eyes everywhere To spy on all rabbits Journeying down their holes Got ears all over the place To keep an eye on theirs The rabbit pope Is a control Freak And a f***ing moron Not even grateful…

At fourteen, I was almost recruited by PETA. The documentary screening in the basement of the Crescent Hill Library really got me, the one Joaquin Phoenix narrated. My friend Kelsey accompanied me, and touched my knee when Joaquin spoke, regretful, elegaic, over graphic footage of a dolphin’s belly being slit,…

My obsession With chocolate Is beyond My control It’s like my body Craves it At times I’m not even aware of I’m like a shark Who’s just smelled The fresh scent of blood From its prey I can smell Chocolate cake From a mile away…

The road not taken, is one of the great tragedies in life; our lives, bound by duty, living hard, as the years go by Sometimes we stop to think that we should take that road, and suddenly the current comes there again, away we go Life tugs…

Worry It presses Like a corset on my mind; It is crumpled remains Of an ancient fountain; It is scraping iron On brick; It is the taste of a Vinegar Popsicle. It is the smell Of burnt popcorn; It is the spirit being Worn away.

“I don’t miss him.” I state this calmly over olive oil and pita bread, the Mediterranean smell of chickpeas wafting almost cloyingly. You raise one eyebrow, mute contradiction implied. I shake my head, almost sneezing as the motion wafts up honey, hummus, grapes. Chokingly amplified…

I think the water is cold tonight, I think we should meet there, By the lake, The glistening omen to the dying wants, Where every goddamn lover had their share, Of the purity in the night. I think the water is calm tonight, I think…

An alliance of women by the bedside: Sisters by twos, 3 generations of strength (Though certainly, it felt otherwise.) When it came, I was ripe for escaping. She stopped breathing, we looked, and gave her our final kisses. There’d been a robot breathing on the…