Windshield
caved in, like glass cracks still hold, if tension does not let go- the pain; be the shield, evenContinue reading “Windshield”
Declaration to Self
To my true self, I am sorry I abandoned you to become a version of myself more easily digestibleContinue reading “Declaration to Self”
Southern Values
I’m American, face down in the soup. Only fools wish our names to mean somethin’ ’cause we gon’ dieContinue reading “Southern Values”
Wasteland, TX
By: Andi V.D. Berge Finding answers at the bottom of bottles that you forget by the time you wakeContinue reading “Wasteland, TX”
Urban Stew
By: Andi V.D. Berge California blankets- soggy, a week expired They say one man’s trash is, Well- it mightContinue reading “Urban Stew”
Obedience sold at market price*
By: Andi V.D. Berge She’ll be lovely and quiet pink and delicate like an oyster drooling on the floorContinue reading “Obedience sold at market price*”
Told my grandpa I’m gay and all I got were these lousy feelings
By: Andi V.D. Berge Pearled decay with the pull a cheek Expose your clinched canines- playing fortress to aContinue reading “Told my grandpa I’m gay and all I got were these lousy feelings”
If you call it cutlery, let it cut
By: Andi V.D. Berge Reflective surface given power by flame. Forged in a pit of hope, beaten to elegantContinue reading “If you call it cutlery, let it cut”
I Don’t Need Nicotine Patches, I Smoke Cigarettes
By: Andi V.D. Berge Images of a Swamp Willow weigh me down Statue my presence, petrify my face PerhapsContinue reading “I Don’t Need Nicotine Patches, I Smoke Cigarettes”
