for burial
memory is sticky juice, sweet
only when drinking
your face a cellphone
i’d like to smash
juice or light,
i swear the darkness is darkening
ice crystals / lunar halo
refracting and reflecting
that one face you made
the sound
tomorrow’s new moon
catches a blue shadow
i am confused,
still
think of you
waning
waning
waning
pink flamingo tuxedo
bad men
dream
dated
Facebook photos
GUAC TALK:
my sweater smells
white wine & hot dogs
diet goals
only humans
grow smaller
you've been
warned
water
out of reach
i called my mother
to officiate the wedding
my favorite part
was petting the black cat
Charlie Porter was born in Harrisburg, PA. They are the author of the chapbook BayOcean, in which some of these poems appeared. Find them on twitter @bypvths.
