christie west

You are    a hitchhiker’s brainwash,    a negative gasmask,    a pair of waiting hands       vacant everywhere       You are a hoarder of ridges,    a concave risk, heartsick and    craving bludgeon exchange    in a room of soundless piano keys, pushed in. Lonely carnivore, with a dirty forehead   a mouth of murder. You beautiful handsaw,    ripping my roots to […]

being touched in a charged body by       accident bounces bones enough to shed dead skin and leave flesh behind to finagle steady breath without a frame       of mind barely attached to a torso dangling out of the car window even if hanging on means swallowing       the one-winged mosquitos or pounding a steak until the vessels […]

—– Christie West is a 20 yr old junior at Emerson College, where (she / they) created a major in Performance Poetry. She doesn’t care what your parents think of her tattoos. Her favorite things are: cats, bread, and women. Two she’s allergic to, one is out to get her. If she can’t change the […]

hi you might like the way the moon looks will you go outside and see for yourself put the phone down first open the door then close it take however long you need to make up your mind if you don’t come back before time runs out i won’t blame you doesn’t it look like […]