saw you in the backyard laughing with strangers
i took a walk about it
i left my doubt in the sand and then i jumped right into the eye
of the storm around it
our future comes fast but it stretches out far and wide
fill the space inside it
it takes a valley inside a valley inside a valley inside a valley inside
to show you my valiant side my valiant side my valiant side my valiant side
and i promise that however it might seem
i'm not staring at you, i'm just sightseeing
you're the knowable world
in an wandering girl
and just shy of taking every corner
Feb 16, 2022
Feb 16, 2022 at 5:48 PM UTC
curiosity may have killed the cat,
but it has given me a reason to live
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 11:19 AM UTC
on bad days,
i'm found in my backyard kicking dandelions.
on good days,
i feel like i can put them back together again.
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 8:50 AM UTC
the hardest part of grieving is
learning how to speak in past tense
- and we Did.
Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 10:15 AM UTC
one love is skinny
one love is tough
one is unrequited
one's had enough
one points a finger
one plugs an ear;
and that's how i'd describe
how we both ended up here
Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 12:03 PM UTC
wake up
exist gently /
press out the corners
exist gently //
slip into the morning, like its a summer dress
exist gently ///
guide new oxygen around the living room of your chest cavity
exist gently ////
watch cotton wool plug the holes in the sky
exist gently /////
send thank you cards before knowing what you're thankful for
exist gently //////
give space generously, hear it hum sonorously
exist gently ///////
exist gently
die happily.
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 12:05 PM UTC
press your forehead on the barrel of hope
put your neck inside the optimist's rope
jump off a bridge, into the warm light below...
...crack your skull on the idea of tomorrow.
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 11:40 AM UTC
living in fear of the allostatic load
hopscotching tire marks on a bare and open road
do we drag down this life to where life dare not go?
we are living in fear of the allostatic load.
if 'when' is an if, and 'if' is a when
then what's never happened will happen again
the one-armed men will count upwards to ten
on phantoms taken by the allostatic load.
(of hair: massage scalp, condition, brush regularly, dry gently - keep what is lost in fistfuls, dead hard protein, dead fast head spins)
when limbs give way under the allostatic load
softened up by atrophy
trapped under the debris of a broken home
familiar hands will come for me.
May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 12:17 PM UTC
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Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 11:26 AM UTC
let us try brave resolve
till tongues untwisted
doing the ritual whisp
where found its rhythm in the breeze --
cocked back like a hammer
cutting through the silence
was the creaking of an open palm.
would you like to go for a swim?
it is cold and it is dark
but parts of us dispersed
across the eavesdropping tide
makes for a wonderful place to drown.
...
a secret is like a burden,
when it is shared, it is halved.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 10:11 AM UTC