My new neighbor was a hoarder. She hoarded everything. Crystals, pink bakery boxes—she even took in children. Each one was flawed: too restless, not bright enough, a daisy-shaped head. The sound of ... [+]
Dear Giantess
I am as big as the sea
My hair as long as a neck
My thighs are ribbed with scars
How massive I have become
My breast swell when I raise my voice!
The rosemary blushes my chest and cheeks
Every inch of crunchy knuckle and bent elbow
Are in anticipation
I am as big as the Mansion on 41st
That fills itself
Gold
Crystal
Diamond
I am a giantess
Great as great can be
Potential energy all yellow
Screams from fingertips
And my toes
Tiny feet, mouths that nip at my skin
A buzzing by my ear
groins beg for my sorrow
The sun averts his eyes when I awake
Only moon and stars can dim their light
Icarus plummets for no greater light than me