Each time you’ve stayed over,
I’ve made conscious efforts
to be silent during ***********
I was not quite sure
how residence worked,
and I did not wish
to disturb anyone.
However,
as I try, for the third time today,
not to hear my neighbour
**** the girlfriend he’s
smuggled into Chapel
(for the sole purpose, I’m sure,
of having her awful ******* laugh
pierce my every ******* thought)
I know
when you return from your sail,
and I can hold you once again,
I will not feel the slightest remorse
for letting
every
sound
slide.
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 9:04 PM UTC
sometimes grandma speaks like a fever dream
she strings words
but doesn’t tie them up
my boyfriend says this is how all old people talk
that they just want to be heard
and i find myself feeling sorry
that i never picked the words up off her car mat
when i let them spill out over me
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 5:36 PM UTC
I feel it in my fingertips
when you tell me how you worry.
I feel it most in my ring finger—
Isn’t that strange?
The sea in my ribcage tosses,
and your Navy boat of which the name I forget rocks upon it.
You are unsure if you’ll be coming home on time.
I watch the waves from the opposite coast,
making note of how tall they are,
how dark,
and suddenly I am in them
as they are within me.
They beat against the undersides of my skin,
so hard that I pray
for the first time in ten years,
asking God to watch over us,
to bless this gorgeous thing we have.
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 4:54 PM UTC
just as you leave me
new people come to my life
i am not losing
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 6:18 PM UTC
man is not the word
i would use to describe you
i realize that now
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 4:58 PM UTC
sometimes i wonder
what it would be like
if we were still together
and it feels like a dream
not a nightmare
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 8:52 PM UTC
there are three things i now know:
1. i know that moving makes me feel like i’m flying,
2. that being alone makes me feel like i'm on fire,
3. and that the hardest thing
is to accept
to let go.
perhaps, you were good for something.
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 8:50 PM UTC
there are nights
in which my body plays cage
the space we take up feels too much
everything numbs
and that feeling returns
the one i can only describe as burning
and we are merged
and we are divided
we are overly aware of our limbs
yet we cannot feel them at all
my body does not love me
she returns
making herself home in my belly and *******
there is something familiar about it
something comfortable
like sinking and floating at the same time
the cold and the dark and the deep
carrying me off to places unspeakable
embracing me
sealing me up as if i were a letter
and it an envelope
i am sent with no return address
and my heart sighs the song of my wonder
if this body will ever be mine
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 8:41 PM UTC
man in the bathroom
why are you staring at me
i’m meant to be here
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 8:38 PM UTC
i stuck the thought of you in a jewelry box
and threw it in the ocean
i didn’t even stay to watch it sink
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 8:37 PM UTC