A poem from the author of There Are A Million Stories In The Naked City When You’re A Girl Who Gets Naked In The Naked City.

Breathless, I awake to strangers Only wearing shoes and socks   Needing nothing more, I rise Leaving Nothing behind   No mark of a passionate tryst That may or may not have occurred Only inside my head So often described by others as sensitive   I’m thinking so much My head might detonate   So [...]

I emptied myself of my self conceptions ambitions ideals principles love hate

every man wishes to be cut from the pages of his life even if it means being torn in tiny increments and be left with a jagged border filaments on your skin as flesh touches flesh whisking you away that day, in seconds on the second floor  of that grimy, scummy club flesh splattered against [...]