wash me clean
let me be free
all the debts i owe
you thinkers, powers, men
gone for years
gone in silence
gone.
I'm still here
and, **** it's loud.
it's hot and it's foul
the air is wet and it sticks
the fog rolls in relentlessly
when i look out i do not strain to see
crimes against humanity
clad in rosy words reminiscent
of ghosts and ghosts and ghosts.
Jun 6, 2024
Jun 6, 2024 at 7:24 PM UTC
helicopter heart
strikes me and tells me to look!
are you not afraid?
Jun 6, 2024
Jun 6, 2024 at 7:11 PM UTC
here we are, honey
we’re in westfield again
where the wind mercilessly
fills us with bark, with salt.
here, the ice stabs and bruises
my digging fingers unearthing
the lake’s collection of trinkets.
she’s waited since last february,
pleading that i come find them.
they’re aching to be seen.
she’d forgotten this one,
this teeny terracotta
offered up who knows when.
my indigo cutie, one of her favorites.
she’s been searching fiercely.
i throw that one back to her
for safekeeping.
i’m coming back inside to you, baby
wait for me
keep warm
i want to feel it
i know you know it, too
we’ve loved here before.
Apr 10, 2024
Apr 10, 2024 at 7:08 PM UTC
please never stop raining.
stay over me,
be around me
as I ache for water,
sweet water,
in cool droplets
on my cracked skin
then,
my sandpaper veins.
my eyes are upturned
and my lips parted for you.
please never stop raining.
Feb 28, 2024
Feb 28, 2024 at 6:51 PM UTC
the sky is gray
the clouds are blinding
until a soft crack!
of pink lightning shows me, rosily,
the plane passing overhead.
in my mind there’s a woman onboard,
wet-lipped and radiant,
savoring a medium-sweet wine,
flying through the storm.
she’ll be somewhere
in a ballroom tonight.
she is there,
I am here.
I am home.
she passes over me
deep blue sky overtakes gray
and we are elated
in streams of our own
Nov 2, 2022
Nov 2, 2022 at 3:40 PM UTC
Don't speak harshly,
Your words will form swords in me
Touch my cheek; speak gently,
And they will form worlds in me
Apr 19, 2022
Apr 19, 2022 at 6:38 PM UTC
the stubborn string of pearls
perched on my windowsill
browns and shrivels,
then drinks to drowning,
but never does it quite give up.
i have to stay,
for it will surely
be waiting for me
tomorrow.
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 2:02 PM UTC
once more around the sun,
though i'd hardly know it.
my houseplants are leafier,
my waist has swelled,
& i still cry at the sky.
still me, then.
Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 2:37 PM UTC
maybe i love you.
maybe i want to know you.
i'm stumbling toward my center,
my inner child.
i wonder if she wondered
how i'd be at 21
the way i wonder about you.
tell me now,
do you still cry
to the same songs?
do you pause to breathe?
do you let the sunlight in?
do you remember me?
Mar 14, 2021
Mar 14, 2021 at 7:07 PM UTC
the first time i saw you drive
was in york the christmas before last.
i forgot my sunglasses & squinted
at the little circles your thumb
painted on my wrist with your
free hand. you apologized
for the cheap date: tacos and a matinee,
for the stale-smelling red roof room,
for your family home.
there was no need.
i still miss this little weekend of ours,
when we were raw,
before you knew me
too well.
Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 9:24 PM UTC