yannick-robin eike mirkoMar 211 min readpoesíathe last poem I wrote about you while you were aliveMarch 2023 He said he wanted a daughter so when he went bald she could put a wig on him. She never did, though the mold that accumulates...
yannick-robin eike mirkoMay 19, 20231 min readpoesíawhere i'm from...written sometime after 2020 and before 2023, during a trauma-based therapy course. where i'm from...is broken. because i've filled it...
yannick-robin eike mirkoMar 29, 20231 min readpoesíaclosetthis poem can't be read aloud. not by me, not by siri. we're both busy listening to sad music today...sorry. *the calming sounds of Bob...
yannick-robin eike mirkoDec 6, 20222 min readpoesía...how could they prefer her?an escalating metro panic attack at the first smell of your perfume since the last time I was consumed by it's scent, while embracing...
yannick-robin eike mirkoNov 29, 20221 min readpoesíaFrench Press USED A FRENCH PRESS FOR THE FIRST TIME TODAY HARD TO EXPLAIN THAT FOR SUCH A SIMPLE THING I WISHED I HAD YOU THERE TO SEE IT MY WRIST...
yannick-robin eike mirkoSep 30, 20221 min readpoesíayou didn’t die during the hurricane so I wrote this for you. Maybe it isn’t in my storyline to be unconditionally loved by you I won’t dehumanise myself to revive our dynamic of terror Maybe I read...