Mabel Lee

“Peanut”

What must his face, framed in such extreme softness, feel attempting entry at all costs through the barred door Spanish cats say “miau” while this one cries MOWWW, repeated in the reckless spirit of giving and the hounding animosity of needing Take my love There’s no time to spare We are fast falling White pawsContinue reading ““Peanut””

Containment

Winds, hands, howls break this city and beat it. The overflow of time reddens, fortifies our grief and fixes battle gear to the underside of knuckles palm lines spiraling inward towards numb clutch — on the fester of speculation on the wheels of judgment Even to leave our houses and desert ourselves, embrace a familiar faceContinue reading “Containment”

Louder

All the ways in which we can misconstrue and be misunderstood. Our actions go before us like birds of prey. Our speech falters and fails to circumscribe our motives, the tenderest and darkest parts of us. Our fears have been rooted so desperately into that dark. We cannot know how to identify those things whichContinue reading “Louder”