My heart beats around the word "mine"
Like it might explode.
Maybe "my own"
Could curl around your curls and
Name you safely.

Nighttime and NyQuil go perfect with the promise of
Fall
Asleep on pillows made of feathers—
There’s no way this is a downer, soft as Downy, drift me gently to dark
Lights off
I could get addicted, drown if I want to

But I will stop—

It’s just two pills
How could blood spill or a heart break or the cold chill?
Watch:
my veins to silk,
my bones to milk,
under a quilt that’s like a hug to me.

I know a luxury when the feeling creep.

I’m warm-blooded, I love it, I love it,
I love
Anyone who helps me sleep.

Surface-sea:
look up at me.
Tilted towers fall down down
like they forget they were built. Even
crazy men seek more crazy;
bugs hide in corners.
Blood rushes and runs from being blue
but that’s my favorite color.

i screen my phone for dopamine
a hit of pixels
to soothe.

messages from you
are cradled in my fist.

Below
my beautiful
dark red twisted
poster,
she takes off
her poker face, and
wears my hands
like a choker.
I'm close
to you,
but closer still
I slide
lower.
Let go
of everything except
my pillow. Be
risky **** nasty.
Give me
your hamstrings
and sing until
we stain
the sheets every
day every
week.

the street knew
i am
to who i run

a curb
a breath
that’s all i am

me in my car,
twirling around this place,
a little soul here,
I keep spinning,
I keep looking,
for that road,
where my other life was from--
aren't you in this place?

There was winter,
every year.
every year,
around New Years,
there would be a house party
or a bar
where someone would eventually yell:
"Close the door!"
and when the door was opened,
the bricks that were left behind
would be colder,
and whatever walk was left for the people
would make them the same.

no one gets there without
                                  
                             ­     falling,
                                                           
    ­                    no one

wants to see (a ghost)

                                           unless she is

a premonition

feels like a blonde memory /
strong /
my hand over your smaller hand /
begging /
close your eyes /
dream /
we might never see this again /

lonely, hotbox room
             high off my own c o 2
nostalgia potent.
             the walls reek
of self-pity

The Prodigy of Sensitivity (the hermit crab)
crawls through the sand
away from another lover--

I cant believe I snorted you!
I cant believe I’m the new AMY, playing with fire
Until it burns the **** outta me!
Write about lovers, write about lover who
Left left left, no wait she stayed and you left? You gotta write about that,
Whattakid, just leaving girls he has no business leaving, lemme teach you about
LEAGUES, leagues guy,
Why did you think you could play around like you were a God,
*******, how about I leave you with everything

TAKE ONE
I forgot how many times I asked to take

TAKE TWO
I forgot how long forever takes

if there is nothing over the edge ,
i wonder if i can get my thoughts back
from there ?

I believe in the life we can't (express)
the night's confidence in a coin;
a few drops of drink
and your skin has already left you
in search of something better.

you want the silhouette
you want two things to be true

Dear Time Thief -

I wrote this about you stealing
my hopes. I am exasperated.
You can't just throw things away
and expect people not to chase them.
I run good you god
**** pick pocket.
I bet if you didn't live in the past
I would've caught you
by now.

kiss me
christen
my virginity, put me
on a plane in the night
and oh, tell me I’m flying—
make me forget those lights
were invented for darkness
and invent some love
for me.

I couldn’t look anymore
I couldn’t live
I could I just
couldn’t

i cant hug
myself
so my
heart is blue.
I crave
the womb
the dark jazz
that sprinkles winternight
on rough grass.
i am a bathroom light left on
a bothersome memory
bleaching courage.
everything as weak as this
will fade
everything as soft as this
cant last