Volume 9 - L.V. Seaver

L.V. Seaver
House of Leaves

domestic tensions,
too much to stomach.
“Don’t you dare.”

junk days in london,
Time to go bowling.
Why did god create a dual universe?
I’m alone in hostile territories.
Unfortunately humans lack
ragged claws.

a joint of marijuana,
stop choking.
I suggest you drink plenty of wine
I need the warmth,
another extraordinary quality.

“FUCK”
fuck you.
Pretty bitter,
honorary spit rats.
these days I like hand prints,
old book lists,
desperate
lost,
swallowed up.

LV Seaver is a creator specializing in collage and poetry. Her work is published in Neon, Velvet Fields, Sunbow & others. A lover of music and dancing, LV was raised in the hills of Western Massachusetts but plans to pursue a career in wine in Northern California.