Xanadu
 

The sting of bitten cuticle bruises. The red rain boots playing in the puddles. The sparkle of bright Christmas bows. The crimson lips...

A tired leather jacket, peeling from wear, gently put to rest on crushed velvet cushions. The wet iron coating my mouth, my cuticles...

A piano’s glossy finish reflects her passion. While a dead phone screen reflects regret. Black is the coal miner’s fuel, to provide a...

Typically orange, but today a sour lemon. A sour lemon, with a whisper of banana Laffy Taffy. Lucious golden locks, urine is trickling....

Sometimes a fresh spring sunrise but sometimes the stale sand on a dreary beach. An agitated highlighter pressed against thick stubborn...

Perhaps a child’s blackberry-stained overalls or a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, stretching its wings in a field of lavender and...

Cans of coke and Brooklyn’s welcome sign in Dumbo. Bite marks and dried blood in an emergency room. Shirley temples and cheap gas station...

I walk down a hallway. I walk alone. I’m hallwayed and there is no one to hear me. The stairs are breaking down and the posters...

You have umbrellaed me. Protected me from rainy days. You have kept me safe for a while— I thought it would stay. As I hid under you, the...

I am just a broken toy. You use me against my will, moving my arms legs and body, forcing me in different ways. Children pull my arms,...