the things that happen
when I hear your name
am I awake?
I had a dream, and things to say...
between then and the keyboard,
where did it go?
lost.
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 12:21 AM UTC
How to ensure that you’ll never sleep again:
Halfway wake to a tickle
Decide you’re dreaming, and ignore it
Almost asleep again...
Feel another tickle
Grab for back of neck
Feel a definite something
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 2:58 AM UTC
i'm sorry that you don't understand...
really no...!
#metoo
so no, **** that
I just sat here, and listened to an ******* say inappropriate things to me
you did nothing.
you said nothing.
doesn't matter if you "didn't think it was so bad" or if you "didn't hear it" I responded. told him it was inappropriate
do you honestly think I'm making this up? YOU heard it happen.
**** you. and him.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 12:13 AM UTC
your words get lost in the
tangled web of my hair
sticky wet from tears and sea
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC
we thought you had it -
that you'd pulled us out of the fish tail
i was hanging from the seatbelt -
afraid to look over
glass everywhere
strange words in foreign tongue
Nic ci nie jest?
your eyes flutter
we made it out alive,
but something died anyway
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 10:49 PM UTC
i walked across Spain
800km
and i thought that would do it.
apparently, it wasn't far enough...
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 10:41 PM UTC
there's a *** of water on the radiator
steaming up the windows
in my tiny bedroom -
the one in brooklyn -
where i was too poor to live in a place with a bedroom door
he's here, and he says he doesn't mind the curtain
there's anonymity in city life,
an ease to being completely alone
while surrounded by people
flush,
with the chill from outside
and the thought -
just the thought -
of his hands on my skin
his skin on my skin
simon and garfunkle on his old record player
sounds of new york
two people,
one bottle of whiskey
how strange to be with someone,
who can make you feel so alone
touch me, please
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 5:12 PM UTC
you blush,
smile,
and she laughs;
a loud, look-at-me laugh
do you really go for that?
i feel sick.
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
that night in the pool
the water was warm, warmer than the air
goosebumps
wet skin, hungry lips
what was i so afraid of?
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 4:20 PM UTC
this is not a poem
this is not a poem
because i am not a poet
lately
i'm not much
a jumble of words
nonsense
mumbles
occasional moments of meaning and clarity
headed nowhere in particular
aimless
homeless
faceless
exhaustion.
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 4:04 PM UTC
