It’s been a long time since I’ve slept alone in the winter.

It makes me miss the snow.

And the freezing feet that touched my legs.

But you were still warm.

And so was I.

A familiar way the light shines through blinds.

A familiar way I say “I miss you” every night.

Whatever will be, will be.

Her body was soft machinery

Each part taking on more than one could fathom

Flesh twisted and pushed and ripped and connected

Never clocking out from a shift


She was filled with colors to the brim, a wide rainbow of infinite finger paint

When she saw your imagination, her body spilled

It sloshed around through her fingertips and belly.

Her eyelids closed
And opened
And she saw you.

Iris and pupils spilling the contents of your thoughts.

It rained down her face and down on the earth below.

And softly, she lay still.

I am spoiled like curdled milk
Expiration
Desperation
Lost and cold in the fridge
When the light is off, and no one opens it

Consume me
Sickness follows
Sticky and embarrassing, I slide through
The cap is caked on
The fill, is

Half full
Half empty
A ritual of being forgotten

I am the mold in your fridge
The sickness in your stomach
And when you buy more
I’ll be gone

The date’s creeping up.
Scraping the corners of my thoughts,
Like the knife you used for butter

You gave me so much.
In one squeeze of your hand,
In a few words that escaped your aching throat,
In my entire life, you gave to me

Care.

You did all you could.
We did all we could.
But I.

I should have done more.

My timing is always off
He knows this much is true.

I crept behind you and shoved you off
Ignored the feelings inside you.

Let’s go back a little while.
And remember our kindness too.

We always find the rope snaking back.
I’ve treated you so cruel.

i keep looking for excuses to get upset.

and i wish i could stop finding them.