How much do I like you?
So sweet
whipping into the delicateness of a hen's
first egg
I cannot remember
when I last had one of my own
or if I'd like to make you a father
on this Saturday afternoon
perhaps sometime in our five year plan.
Give or take never.
You make me feel domestic, and perfectly correct when I hold your hand not so gently
and lead you to meet my not so friends.
I remember to fold the flour in
to not disturb the tranquility of
the careful balance of ingredients nestled in my secondhand bowl.
You are always offering
to get me a brand new one
but I bite my lip
and secretly wish
you will just be happy
with something familiar.
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 12:19 AM UTC
Born a compulsive pessimist
we don't know how much time
is left
so I paint my lips day by day
and wear yellow dresses in the spring.
A gentle sliver of sun
peaking through the tiny window
people talk at the cafe tables
but their conversations fade
with the movement of
your tongue between teeth.
I drag my finger along the rim
take the steam in with eupnea
my cheeks are flush with life
and gentle longing
I smell like flower and vine.
You say something now
quicker with wit
than the brisk clicking of keyboards
an office away.
Straighten your collar
now I cannot help but think of
how you must look
cloaked by an emerald scarf
on a biting winter's day.
My skirt brushes my knees
as I prop myself to stand
and tenderly hold your gaze
as we whisper goodbye without speaking
and leaving that moment
like a last sip of tea
all the sugar
collected at the base.
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 1:15 AM UTC
The middle child thought they were such a pretty view,
and I counted off the constellations that I knew
the youngest got too cold
breathing out a puff of dragon air
so mom gave her the jacket from her back
said it was only fair
and dad was in the living room
not seeing the sky at all.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 12:14 AM UTC
I know I break promises
like dishes at your feet
I make promises
I know that I can't keep
and you are the bleeding one
bandaged pinky swearing
saying you'll stay another week.
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 12:59 AM UTC
Fresh cream and sugar on a piece of cake
why wait, why wait?
It crumbles after a day or so
this, we know
so should I take it in my mouth to savor
or let my mind and feelings waver?
The summer sun: warm and unafraid
she will be gone, soon as night takes over day
I cannot greet the silvery light
we must bask, indulgently, while it is bright.
However,
this bottle upon my shelf
grows in flavor and in wealth
with each day that passes
so it does not touch any crystal glasses.
Green sanctuary, sweet perfume
honeysuckle bloom
and fruit springs from the vine
should I just give it time?
Is 6 years or 64 far too late
why wait, why wait?
What is action, what is fate?
Why wait?
Why wait?
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 12:36 AM UTC
You are
so right that it feels wrong
like citrus fruit in January
you are my siren song
sour becomes something sweet
when you linger on it for too long.
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 1:22 AM UTC
I love days like this
late day sunshine, early summer bliss.
The magnolia smells of home,
no matter how displaced
June breeze, calm and playful
your hand on my bare waist.
Sometimes I stare out beyond what I can see
and wonder who else has been.
Ancient southern trees
covered in spanish moss where leaves grow thin.
The night approaches
a lone rider with no name
the cover of darkness imposed
and fashions mystery just the same.
Growing restless in the thickness of heat
solstice tastes like sugar and a hidden moon
something mindless and indistinct.
Burning for as long as an eye can blink,
gentle little light of beetle make the way
know it could lead me somewhere far, far off
but here, I so wish to stay.
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 11:57 PM UTC
It's 4am
and nothing makes sense
you’re perched like a stray cat
balanced upon my picket fence.
Can't get too close
for fear of toppling over.
I try and I try
never been able to move any slower.
I say you're a friend
hands to myself, like you're no lover.
Find something else to do
another place to hover.
Call you my friend
say you're like a brother.
I promise all these things
knowing I believe another.
Peach fuzz on your chin
it has grown along with you,
can't remember when.
Let's drown these feelings away
go for one last swim.
You're a man now
and I don't know where to begin.
Glitter and salty residue
frames my blown up eyes
tell me what this is
remove your indifferent disguise.
Took all my favorite things
and threw them around my room
nothing feels valued
without you.
Now I am broke and things are broken
a problem to be solved
a lip that has been bit open.
Lick me fresh,
clean my wounds,
straighten up this mess,
and kiss where I am bruised.
May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 11:08 PM UTC
Wash my face with cold spring water
and my hair still smells like your cigarettes
sleeping under moon and alder
for once, I have no regrets.
Caught you in summer
by fall I'll be ready for the chase once more.
For now, let's just be gentle with one another
let us play upon the lakefront shore.
The sky and the expanse of a reservoir
reflections of a perfect sunset, lilac hue
it's hurts, it's true
in the end
I'm always coming back for you.
Fire ignites where it wills
fighting against the black of night
wrap yourself around me
take away my chills
be my burning light.
Dark and amber bottle
makes this twilight seem all the longer
we reach out for what we can still see
and in the dark we wander.
May 18, 2025
May 18, 2025 at 11:55 PM UTC
Your crew socks pushed down to your ankles
and a laugh further down your throat
a light April breeze in the mess of your hair
it tangles
and teases as it blows.
Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 12:10 AM UTC