Peach Pits

"He wants to do a line of cocaine off of my bare chest,"

A debut poetry collection concerning the ideas of falling in love and falling out of love, even if the object of affection is oneself.

"His lips are soft, peach pits and pink, with a stubbled chin, I'll say beard and he'll say scruff,"

"The crystal blue shuts my narcissist eyes, (I'm all I write about)."