Better Lyme Than You (Fever Dream Remix)
In the delirium of pain, a speaker discovers that there is something almost luxurious about suffering that does not lie. Bitter, surreal, and acid-tongued, the poem drifts through fever, betrayal, and the humiliating relief of a wound with no hidden agenda.
Better Lyme Than You
When the body becomes easier to understand than the heart, even infection can start to feel merciful. This poem uses Lyme disease as a darkly comic point of contrast, exposing the absurdity of preferring physical illness to the chaos of intimate harm.
Parallel Park Me
Not fate. Not flowers. Just one clean motion and a whole nervous system folding in the passenger seat. A poem about how quickly competence can turn into lust.
Domestic Warfare
Little green army men around the bed: a perimeter, a punchline, a prayer. A poem about trying to protect yourself from the person you invited in anyway.
I Recently Learned That Men Flirt With Me
A comedic, observational essay about heterosexual courtship rituals, lesbian visibility, and the surreal experience of being flirted with by men you fundamentally do not register.
Gemini Stellium: Trinity of Chaos
A sparkling, high-velocity astrological lyric essay that uses a Gemini stellium to explore intellect as seduction, language as identity, and the endless reinvention of the self through curiosity and connection.
Sag Rising: Feral Gait
A feral, glitter-toothed astrological lyric essay that uses Sagittarius Rising as a lens for instinct, motion, self-mythology, and the art of never standing still.
We’re Full, Try Grindr
A biting lesbian visibility essay that turns the male gaze into a punchline, and reclaiming lesbian identity as boundary, a refusal, and a glittering threat.
Dymphna, Please
A darkly funny confessional poem in which Saint Dymphna becomes the exhausted witness to spirals, exes, hyperfixations, and the very modern theater of unraveling.
Smudge Me, I’m Holy
A blasphemous, darkly funny spoken-word poem about Catholic guilt, queer desire, and the lingering urge to be forgiven even when you look incredible not repenting.
St. Peter Doesn’t Even Go Here
A feral little afterlife poem about Saint Peter being annoying, God being funnier than the Church, and October 3rd Mean Girls references absolutely earning their wings.
Body, Blood, Bite
A ferocious spoken-word poem about communion, religious shame, and the hunger that survives every attempt to make suffering look sacred.