Queer musician, composer, and sound engineer leaving in Brooklyn, New York.
The sound of his steps Eyes and breath against my back My mace left at home.
By Heather Elle4 months ago in Poets
Tango with the wind Swaying slow-slow-quick-quick-slow Let go and breakdance!
Curl your toes… under, under, under squeezing hard like the desperate last drops of tooth p-a- s-t- e. Now bend your legs.
By Heather Elle6 months ago in Poets
Preheating… Screaming! Quietly. The urge is redlining. PAIN, my favorite word Français Oh, to be moistened and kneaded
