Daisy The Poetess

3:30 am and all is still, but me

I often think of unzipping this skin/ leaving my bones to billow in the wind. Like drying sheets in the afternoon/ or a flag of surrender.

I often think of learning to see/ with all of the rest of me/ open me up/ perform an autopsy; Find out what that ticking is/ how these things work/ maybe switch some things around/ sharpen my sight and sound.

I’d…

fuck ladylike/ I hope ladylike gets found in a dive bar and beat up for all the shit talking she been doin/ I hope lady like break/ the heel on her brand new red bottoms and has to hobble home/ I hope lady like gets a bikini wax and mistakes rubbing alcohol for baby oil/ I hope she goes into Starbucks and they’re out of everything/ I hope when she crosses her legs all tight and nice/ she gets a…

This blue boy is sad/ all the time/he is a tsunami on mute/ so close/ so overflowing/ consuming/ sneak attack/ I’ll swallow you whole/ this blue boy is/ an accidental masterpiece/ I have seen him laugh/ and fall apart over/ and over/ like a track on repeat/ repeat back to me/ I want to tell him/ I know You matter/ but I am quiet/ so he is too/ this blue boy is a master of control/ while he is…

I’ve been Amber Alert searching

Through school yards/ for fallen

ballies/ and barrettes/ been hop-

Scotchin’ away from everybody/ who

Tryna undo my twisties/ I’m busy/

I’ve been rocy robbin’ my childhood

Self back/ breathing life into a corpse/

Most of my memories/ lay in a graveyard/

And I am the groundskeeper.