Two poems shared on Substack notes
a means to an end
Bones… a show I
can watch over and
over again–the
reruns are salve;
balm for my
crowded mind–a
distraction.
sometimes, on
heavy days, a
distraction is what
I need.
to witness complex
cases, albeit fatal
fiction, I disappear
in their plot twists
and fall victim to
their endings.
funny how the things
that gross me out
in my dreams
invigorate me while
I’m awake.
who’s murdering
who is more than
a pertinent question,
it’s a means to
an end.
a body for sale (on clearance)
I’m at an age now
when a hard and
awkward sleep can
throw my back out
or a sneeze from the
depths of my soul
can summon
tinnitus.
the body is a weird
thing to observe.
how fragile we can
become when we
think we’re at our
strongest.
we can be swiftly
reminded of just how
easy it is to injure
oneself without
force or torture.
depreciating value…
like a brand new
vehicle the moment
you drive it off the
lot.
clearanced and
marked down,
wanted only
because we’re now
cost-effective and a
hot commodity.
everyone wants the
cheapest version of
you.
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A Cornered Gurl 
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