And, yes, I have grown
into my skin but it is
still too ******* loose
Jun 7, 2022
Jun 7, 2022 at 9:40 PM UTC
If you take the chance
to look up, you’ll see that the
clouds are still moving
Mar 31, 2022
Mar 31, 2022 at 5:34 PM UTC
I like love that is lost…
but sometimes found years later
Love that wasn’t meant to happen
Love that only lasts a few hours or
until the sun comes up
Love where we barely hug
Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 12:54 PM UTC
and while it’s hard,
i can’t find malice for someone that my younger self used to love
she would be too disappointed in me if i did
Oct 1, 2021
Oct 1, 2021 at 3:38 PM UTC
I deleted your
poems, now I only miss
the words I composed
Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 11:14 PM UTC
On a hot summer day the drone of a single plane flares the parched grass up into a familiar crackle,
often when the bugs and birds are too sore to sing.
There are dead corn beetles on the roof
and the wineberries are watching my every move.
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 10:38 PM UTC
Being at peace with
yourself is stopping to feed
the feral pigeons
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 10:17 PM UTC
Leave her, because she
will learn to love herself e-
-ven more without you
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 10:59 PM UTC
I’ll get a tattoo
that I cannot reach and ask
you for some lotion
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 10:01 PM UTC
The depth of their romantic inhibition
is cigarettes, coffee, and fleeting pda
on public transportation
Inconvenience is an American bliss;
They sit within the door’s armspan
She refused back surgery to avoid pain,
but winces at the ebb and flow of the train
Hacking, wheezing laughter,
littered with glittering profanities
Utterly, wholly American
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 9:04 PM UTC