Put on your mask, and show me your face

Missing Home. . .

I was born a child of the sea...

Traveling, I am always traveling.

This heretic wishes her solitude would last forever...

first rejection

The first jolt was that crayola heart
zig-zagged right smack in the middle
as if to indicate it had been broken

you had found another you said
she had ribbons
long hair
and collected erasers


rejection hurts when you're seven

We are all bound by a thread

Of experiences--

And shared memories

Whether

real or invented.

What I'm listening to now...

Brave Bulging Bouyant Clairvoyants by the Wild Beasts.
None of that bubblegum Taylor Swift shit.

BROTHERHOOD

On the summer of our puberty

I was told it was the neighbor’s cat

That fed our bellies for a week

You were fuming

And incantatory

Speaking some unknown language

As strange and foreign as the wind.

As children we hid

On the balconies of our

ancestral homes,

curved and cantilevered. 

Gushing about first loves

And unending erections

By the bay

we gathered conchs

and gossiped

I sit here

Waiting

Collecting Scars

A blog on blogpost

You screwed my formats
toyed with my lines
and yet.... here I am again

I'm Back.

Let's start things over, shall we?

Hello blogspot, I'm Carissa.

Please don't screw up my format this time around.

Love story: a contrivance

They come in droves, she used to say

squawking like fishwives by the shore

but every year they whittle down

like your waist line

That year you met your match

but as always you

retaliated like a typhoon

Oil and water never mix

you used to say

you are brain

he is brawn

like the flesh of that wild boar

we pickled in vinegar

and insisted upon guests

who very well obliged

That night

under the perigee moon

I saw

a man naked

swimming

I had hoped it was

a nymph

or a siren at least

Pork and vinegar

remind me

of insidious love affairs