sam's

darling

are you still dreaming

and not sleeping?

i forget what your face looks like 

and your hands 

don't worry—

your dark eyes are seared 

in my mind 

my knees are bruised and bleeding 

and dirt lives under my nails 

i'm tired of being tragic

but it's all i know 

and the only poem 

i can write is one where 

you have it all 

and i'm left with nothing

but the pieces to hold onto 

promise me that you'll tuck our fragments 

into my coffin 

sew them into my blazer 

but please darling 

look out for my whispers—

i'll always be sorry 

i'll always be sad

i'll always be sam's 

preserving tweaks

hello, hi, hey there. 

it's 2021. 

shifts are happening.

i might not be different 

but I've been changing. 

my skin is feeling like it's mine 

somedays i don't even feel like shedding it

I've been busy unwriting my own story 

untangling myself from society's snare 

some days are easier 

and some are harder

but no day is neither 

i'm still here

writing the same poem 

and tracing my fading scars 

hoping that someday 

i'll be the same different person