Jaz Persing is a writer, singer, and human living in Los Angeles. She works in television when she can. The rest of the time she’s just looking for a dare-to-be-great situation, hoping she can put a good dent in the world with the mess of broken love, vulnerability, and words she has. In the meantime, she’s immensely grateful for God and the many good people around her that make it all seem feasible.

Smoke Kiss

These days I kiss
Like I’m trying to find you
At the back of a stranger’s throat

I dig my fingers in
And take their hands and place them everywhere
And I’m inhaling, inhaling
But never finding oxygen

Sometimes I taste smoke
But it turns my stomach
Before it ever turns me on
A disgust, an aftertaste so vile

Their taste takes three brushes and a head shaking
After ten minutes
While my hours and days with you
Never stay

Archetypal Man

Fuck You to the Beach and Back