sunburnt shoulders have gone cold as we’ve gotten older,
it turned out to be what I thought instead of what I told her,
Summer made lemonade once, us.
Summer set what we couldn’t save, just became a volley
of heat and stars and swears we made in the dark
and forgot in the sun.
summer gave us a timelessness to be us
that’s now up.
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 6:33 PM UTC
moments made decisions
most forevers would never finish
giving intention the gravity to fall into happening,
engraving definition into seconds with no position on what should take place on
the face of a body constantly passing
we split moments open to see When it was holding;
we discovered years silently composing the brief harmony of here
and fresh bodies of before decomposing into the soil of soon
to bloom into now’s
and then into then’s we try to keep from remember when?
we split moments open to see how it was molded;
we found that the nectar spewing in youth
underwent high temperatures of emotion,
leaving beads of this thick honey hardened by
sentiment sweet enough to taint the taste of history.
we split moments open to try to keep what was only loaned to us;
each autopsy, a reminiscent attempt
to save what time grows and age molds into retrospect;
as we find ourselves rubbing out juice spilled onto the carpet,
we think of hours we wanted to be ours that went sour like this stain noticed too late;
with an ache to go back and back pain,
we wondered if we could convalesce in the sweet consequence
of a time with no intent to heal the feelings we bled;
we were convinced these moments would not be short-lived,
but it was
a feeling that let itself be held in a moment
knowing forever would never hold it.
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 12:05 AM UTC
-imported palms lean like red smoothie straws
-beaches loosely stitch sea and street together, creating coastlines for
those trying to flee anxieties deeper than inner cities
-traffic has its own hour to host freeways smogged and gold,
giving coffee-doused radios reports
that’ll direct people away from their schedules
Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 11:48 PM UTC
we only had enough night left
to happen this one moment;
halfway through: we held the sun down hoping
to find loose screws around
thinking 'maybe we can bolt it'
Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 1:10 PM UTC
her cheeks almost flooded her temples
as the ends of her lips were stretched
to a crescent by something I said -
an unmeditated exhibit of bliss
roused by quips equipped with comparisons sense couldn’t fix.
her voice gushed formless noise
that filled a void like
full moons over countrysides
or books dropped onto a library’s toes.
and that’s when I knew she’d say yes -
or that she’s ‘busy this weekend but how ‘bout the next?’
and when friends ask how’d I know, I say
it’s because
she laughed.
my hair caught fire,
scalp tingling like a hive disturbed,
neck turning to stone unable to change angle -
listening to the hatedisgustjudgmentdisapproval
I thought I heard in the whispered snickers
speared from the back of the room
piercing into a defenseless morale
usually quick to be defensive and assume
I’ve gained more members of an audience
weighing everything I do.
and that’s when I believed I was ugly or too quiet or weird or unfriendable
and when parents tried to understand why I tried to sever fat that wasn’t there
or censor a humor home to my nature, I say
it’s because
they laughed.
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 9:38 PM UTC
You are
a once in a lifetime
kind of person.
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 7:00 PM UTC
He was the victim
of the highest offense:
being accused you were Six
when actually
you are Seven.
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 5:12 PM UTC
time recedes
like a tide over my feet
sweetly cold with salt crystals too nimble to hold;
the clear body of occurence reaching in
brief rushes tumbling with reward, boredom and crisis
breaking at my ankles to exist on the shores of consciousness -
beached for what feels like the breadth of a bead
as it pulls back the way a lover’s hand must
if she’s to make it back into the city before morning.
joy rolls in waves; floating a ways out
we wait for it to invade sands bleached dry
restoring them dark and damp with enough ply to splash in and rinse the hands
but so does misfortune - an inherent drawback
hindering our earth from being considered a heaven;
a menacing current ripping us from our element -
a punishment of stranding despite the gratitude committed
to toss lost like driftwood
in the madness of clear mountains inverting into foam valleys.
blisswrecked;
and sinking at a speed growing as times further into the Sea -
causing me to treasure at abyssal altitudes
the currents I had an overhead view of,
now buried in the sun’s glare torching the water silver,
I strain to see the raw crisp our currents had
and the burning salt of happening
and wonder how long it’s been since the horizon
was close enough to swim in.
ships of certainties and stillness discover the grave of the chest
as it’s drawn by the gravity emitted
falling out of Now’s orbit -
pushed into the grains the glass’s upper half hailed
unable to surface unless what has sunken
is called to sail once again over our ankles.
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 6:25 PM UTC