I’m sorry, can we go back?
I think I’ve left my head at the door
I think I let myself get lost
I let myself forget myself
I meant to let myself out earlier
I met you to meet myself
I’ve left myself to meet you
I think
I’m sorry, can we go back?
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 11:15 PM UTC
you know i'm in trouble
everyone does
but i'm not going to stop now,
i weave you into my mind's tapestries
i make up stories about us, i choose
you to star as the lead
i miss you when i'm with you, the parts
you choose to hide
you remind me to be calm and
accept what i can't see
but i want you to be mine
in all capacities
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 11:06 PM UTC
under the pretense of sleep
i lay down to be kissed and constricted
your fingers, the rolling docked boats
my mouth, the harbor
it's too easy, us,
and i want to keep it that way
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 10:18 PM UTC
I have made a flight
to the shining lights
subway cars rattling and rolling
shouldering groceries with raw red hands
rooftop champagne sunsets
I have been carried by winds
and currents who
tell me to try in the face of failure
and debt and loneliness and heartache
I have grown and wrapped my
hands around the sizzling iron
held ashes and dust and let it fall through,
crushed the doubt
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 10:14 PM UTC
Little bones,
covered by the tissue paper white skin,
is going to hospice,
is going home.
He is thirteen, with the body of an old man
and a frail voice that is beginning to
float away,
and no one can stop it from happening.
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 9:54 PM UTC
i'm imagining a hike in the Appalachian
next to pine trees and waterfalls.
my heart is a dali painting, dripping
goo for you
every conscious wave of breath
i'm wondering how you feel about it all
and i'm crossing myself mentally
because in 30 days i'll be in the City
and i won't be your wife in the forest
and i won't be here to notice how empty you are
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 2:37 PM UTC
where do i put this un-used love?
i ran out of reasons to call you, i fought against it for years,
and now you know.
where do i put all of these tender touches?
my pockets aren't deep, my hands are full.
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC
holy, your body
secular, your mind.
sweetness, salt. I am
so in love with your bite.
taste, tears, eyelashes
lifting to the sky.
my prayer, my book,
my legs, my lips, time.
forever, nothing, fever
dreams, endless climb.
you, the writing, the
records, the cries.
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC
how did i get here? outside of the fishbowl
in the dark trees
in the scary place where no one can understand me
so it feels like soap bubbles are coming out of my throat instead of words
and my tears are making them angry
and my anger makes it worse.
too poor and
too attached to the feelings of lonesomeness
to run away
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 7:02 PM UTC
let's talk about alternate universes
a shattered mirror, shards scattered into possibilities
karmic, cosmic, inevitable results
one planet:
i'm an old dog who rests her head down with a sigh
another:
watching you making toast with an oven, it's raining outside, i'm a dying plant on your porch
one more:
we're together finally and i want you so much still but you somehow never satisfy me enough with your words, like bad lyrics
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 10:25 PM UTC