top of page
Search

January 18, 2022 - Swan Song

smokeandmirrorsllc7

It’s as though in that first time together (on the second round of firsts), as the hidden song on our mixtape played, I married you in the only way that matters. Blood of my blood. And then, in puddles on the floor, I died before morning. In each other’s arms, we are ghosts—gossamer ectoplasm spun in webs around each other. When you enter me, you enter a memory, and I receive a phantom.


46 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

Good Men in Old Flannels

(this is my rip on Bukowski's "quiet, clean girls in gingham dresses..." a piece of work I loved so much I needed to possess it in some...

4am

blow me out and extinguish the moon as calloused fingers would smother a wick pull me into you in the frost of dawn and I will hide...

Comments


©2021 by Christina Hooker. Proudly created with Wix.com

bottom of page