for an after-dinner treat,
I stared at old pictures of you on my Mac.
I always loved the scars, so few and far
between on your baby soft caramel skin.
the imperfections reminded me of your humanity,
behind your seemingly airbrushed, composed face.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 7:48 PM UTC
I taste my first months in the city;
a nauseating, fleeting sweet.
now, my tongue numb.
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 8:33 PM UTC
Unseasonable warmth
embraces my winter white skin,
inspiring me top off the island of Manhattan.
I drink in the novel Brooklyn air
and inhale 3 ****** Mary's.
Tracing my reflection in the mirror,
unsuspecting.
the ***** glowing in my veins,
illuminating my fate.
I exit the bar,
floating like a blind firefly
into your cosmic black.
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 8:20 PM UTC
With each taste,
I lost myself a little more.
Before I knew it,
I had bit my own hand.
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 8:01 PM UTC
You see red running down the drain?
I stitched the cracks tighter,
my heart feels lighter.
I'm forgetting your name.
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 12:40 AM UTC
do not
scream out that noun in bed
it's damaging.
dropping
one on its head.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 8:27 PM UTC
every morning,
you write your name on my lips.
fresh from the shower,
eternal record of a return address.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 10:25 PM UTC
four months or four seconds?
it’s still the same pain.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 10:05 PM UTC
You
are
climbing into my bed
on a chilly night
and realizing
my spot is already warm.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 10:57 PM UTC
freckles
eyes
lips
hands
keeping time.
forgetting, fast.
you're haunting me,
I can't look back.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 9:30 PM UTC