I needed to look outside
Deep into the dark night
And see nothing staring back at me

Or telling me what to say
How to be
Other than myself?
Do you think I don't know
What proceeds this next fall?
The light, the hope, the passion
That used to send sparks into the sky.

And now I just want to not think
About the world on my shoulders
The cramp in my hand because I can't
Keep up with how fast I'm thinking
And writing and loving and feeling and learning.

Be still
My soul
And I will rest, finally.
I will say nothing
But felt seen
And not heard

I am sick of calling out into the limitless night
Looking for answers
That will never come
Stars wished on are just comets.

They all crash and burn
Eventually.

In a dream
I drank the color
of your eyes,
and swallowed
the tone
of your voice

I want to hear Spanish
From up on the second floor
Maybe from the balcony
I want sand and desert dust
To line my feet and all the doorways
I want to live in the sun
And escape to the shade

Good memories never happen in nice cars.

Maybe all the Disney moms are dead
To prove a point:
You can come back from anything

Be careful what you celebrate...
Is this what freedom looks like
America?