THE PARAGON JOURNAL BLOG 

October 7, 2018

I want to burrow into the ground
like a worm or a mole.
I want to nudge dirt clumps aside with my bare hands and
sink,
sink,
sink below the surface
into a secret safe spot of damp and malleable soil.

I don’t want a flashlight.

I don’t want matches.

I want to simply sit hu...

October 6, 2018

Sometimes I think about being brave and spontaneous and
sexy.
I think about going outside at midnight while the
man who lives down the hall is smoking, and asking him to
kiss me. I wonder if he would.

This isn’t
lust. Or if it is, it’s only
lust in part, and a small par...

October 5, 2018

I know, in this moment, that there

exists across time and space
a communion of humans
who have suffered shatters—
unhungry,
weakly carnivorous,
check-your-face-in-the-mirror-before-you-leave-your-room breaks.

Our bones are sharp,
our skins are thin,
and our hearts are du...

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