Friday, 28 October 2011

to googleimagesearch

more glitter photography and safety pins

Thursday, 27 October 2011


Old Sleeping Rituals

Most of the time, I felt terror
in my small chest; it possessed
me in my pink bedroom,
pursued me on staircases.
Looking back, it is amusing
that I never slept in my own cast iron bed
though my father tried nightly to coax me with warm milk
into an insecure sleep.

I would always rather sleep
in the extra bed in my brother’s room
or even in a Barney sleeping bag
outside my parents’ bedroom door.
Yes, I slept on the floor, for
strange shadows loomed
across the walls of my room.
Shadows of cars passing outside my window
mocked me, chased me across the hall
or upstairs, where another’s presence
was calming enough.

Yes, I slept rough.
And before permitting me
to give into my exhaustion,
my brother quizzed me
on the names of basketball players
when I just wanted to curl up in the layers
of blue sheets and fade into a dream.
And I worried my father would find me
before his door, lift me up, ignore
my cries and return me to my cold bed.

from december 08


You approach just as snow settles in my lashes.
I blink uncontrollably, veil
the temporary twitch, smeared mascara and flush
with a turn of face.

Nice words but I can just hear the ones smothered by your politeness:
“They say you’re addicted to speed, smoke a pack a day,
are sexually needy, and well, you’re brash.”
Boy, I guess you got me.

Would you believe I am a series of numbers?
Memorize 10 bitten fingernails,
4 dimples (2 lower back and 2 cheek),
and 3 faded black tattoos (anchor, fleur de lis and firecracker).

Would you believe I am the 61 contacts in my phonebook,
the 8 cigarettes left in my pack?
Connect the 6 freckles on my left shoulder...
I’ve been told they form a phallus.

You approach just as snow settles in my lashes.
I press the 10 brittle cuticles into my palms,
cross the 2 skinny arms, lick the 2 chapped lips,
and throw away the 7 cigarettes now left in my pack—
all in vain.

Wednesday, 26 October 2011

f u

such fucking hypocrisy.
do you even know who you are?
just pick something real
and own it.
better yet, think for yourself,
and have the balls
to be alone,
to stand outside the group.
fuck the group cig break,
thank god i can enjoy a cigarette in solitude.

Sunday, 23 October 2011

remaining light

sauce faux fur jacket + mickey ears

Friday, 21 October 2011

to a fronting bitch/dying cow/"hard" wannabe

think you're the baddest bitch?
well, i'm unimpressed.
i would eat shit like you for breakfast..
but i think i'll wait and watch you devour yourself.

Monday, 10 October 2011

slit up to _

hakaan spring 2012 - fierce

Saturday, 8 October 2011


wanting nothing more than home,
wanting __
i don't know.
lost myself somewhere.
unsure of
and the rest.
how long
till i feel rested?

Monday, 3 October 2011

dj my dj

one more cup of coffee, the white stripes
skeleton, bloc party
peer pressure, jon brion
their party days, magneta lane
zombie, the cranberries

Sunday, 2 October 2011


opening ceremony cropped suspender pants (crepe + leather trim) (shopbop)

fresh canvas

just cleaning out my desktop, ya know


shakuhachi pleated leather dress (shopbop)

sachin + babi ss12

rodeo town

i had a dream about your ghost
you're breathing down my neck
baby it starts in the shower
by letting your ashes down the drain