the lights have been out
your skin is invisible under your pajamas
and mine in my pale coat
as i lay my cumbersome mass along your body
and you float out of it.
i ruin sanctity,
incorporeality
i am so afraid of it
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 9:32 PM UTC
i am thinking about your *******
and all your tiny, spiral nerve endings
oh, i want to make you dizzy
i want to make you twirl and scream and sigh
but instead i will hold your face in my palm
pressing my nose to yours,
head bobbing stagnant against you
and i will do nothing
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 10:38 PM UTC
you loved him as a space traveller
and i saw you as a satellite
and where i looked and saw lines
you saw triangles and squares and galaxies.
i am filled with it
and if there is life in space, i hope somewhere
there is a planet more comfortable than this
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 10:02 AM UTC
ive seen you
throw back your head
and wail silently
i heard you
trace triangles
up your arm
and ive seen you
sleep
motionless,
and growling
and ive seen you
motionless
i will never
again,
i will never again
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 7:31 PM UTC
the trap, i think,
is letting your body trick you
into believing that there
could possibly be
anything more interesting going on
the trap
is to let an artist tell you
that any poem can improve on silence
or that there is anywhere else in the world
but the soft pink where her lip
melts into her chin
we waste life chasing infinity
but god, its this!
not these
its this
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC
tallness of order
and tall chaotic
we hate because we have loved
and we love
like we have no other choice
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
a leaf sitting on a cushion of air
and o, i am falling again
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC
trudging slow past milder new york beachgoers,
you stooped in the sand to pick up a shell,
and i crouched with you.
you told me as a little girl you would fill buckets
with shells, and the next day they would “smell
halfway to kentucky”
you picked out a tiny shell for me,
and i tucked it away in my denim pocket
and today, i dont smell halfway to kentucky
but my nose is burnt pink from looking up
and smiling southward
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC
it’s a soft touch
on your lips
and rolls gently
down your
tongue
and your mildew breath sits
in a soft glow
in the pockets
of your cheeks
o, this morning
has been cold
and im shaking
but filled softly with life
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 10:29 AM UTC
you are outside
breathing off the edge of a cliff
and i
am bouncing a balloon on my pinkies
and i will never let it
touch the ground
no
this is how i will exert
my control
because:
we all want to fall
but i
will
never
let it.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 10:09 AM UTC