We are all find she says
bonjour well because
well she is Chinese and anyway
we don’t use R’s
to think that I will never fall in love
is to be the me I was when I thought
I would never fall in love but I am now
this other me
in love and not too scared
I regret the heart we were captured in

Curious George

We layed in bed together

Holding hands, cuddling

And she turned to me with curious eyes

Her dreads were spread all across her side of the bed

Laying beautifully

As though she placed them that way

One by one

She asked me that question

The one I

Try so hard not to ask myself

The one that makes me remember the things

I’ve perfected at forgetting

At least that’s what I like to tell myself

That I’m ok

It never happened

It was just a dream


But, It did happen

And as my mind drifted off

Into that place I don’t like to go

I was lost again

Lost inside myself

And she pulled me back and repeated the question

Her perfectly shaped lips

Let the words escape her mouth

"How did it make you feel?"

And so..

I told her

With tears in my eyes

And a sudden dryness in my throat

I told her how I felt that day


So very sad day

My innosence was stolen from me

He made me trust him

Even though I knew

He was no good

He brought me things

And took me places

And when I least expected it


He laid down beside me

While my siblings slept


He touched me

Hands rough and scratchy

Against my unbruised skin

His fingers explored me

Violating the innocence that use to exist

Lying there as he did the unmentionable

I died inside

The 10 year old girl was gone

She became a woman




And Alone

Never to be the same

Left with this burden she’ll live with forever

Her and darkness will become familiar

She will hate to be alone

But hates the company of people

Because darkness has replaced love

And silence is her happy place

So when asked

"How did it make you feel?"


….I feel, Broken.


The nutritionist said I should eat root vegetables,
said if I could get down 13 turnips a day
I would be grounded, rooted,
said my head would not keep flying away to where the darkness lives.

The psychic told me my heart carries too much weight,
said for twenty dollars she’d tell me what to…

Types of Poets


Brooklyn Poet?