I lost my heart when I moved to the city

and I lost my Sunday blues

I found myself a new kind of family

and I found my way back to you

It was a long long road past the bones of the lonely

where my wandering soul met yours

there was a garden filled with the promises of Sarah

the day that we walked blind

to the ghost of the moon and the men that we left

but I found my way back

White tea hotter than the radiator humming
Smile sweeter than the sugar that you lump in
Your hands on my hip while the water heats up
Kind enough to hand me my favorite cup

Even if the smile is painted on
Even if the handle is chipped
Even if you send me away in the morning
Nothing better than the very first sip

Black tea cooling while we find all the clues
The failure of motion allows for a different view
The artist’s intentions were somewhat disturbing
The way that you kiss me just short of unnerving


Even if your hands shake
Even when I hold you tight
Even if you fall asleep before dinner
Pass me the honey, honey, and pass me a light

Green tea spilled while we steep our own Monday
Afternoon rain is your favorite kind of mundane
I let you spoon sugar even though I like it bitter
One taste of the brew and my heart is all a-twitter

Hard Drawn
I found a hole in your ribcage

just above the hard piece of who you were

lodged in my throat

insects on my tonsils

and I found an eyelash on your cheek

just below the wire frames

beneath your perspective

I find myself in between the butterfly shoulder blades of your swan spine.

I think I might stay a while.

i’ve got a crush on a boy i call Elbows.

he’s got grace in his hands and anarchy in his mouth

he’s got angles where i’m soft and softness where i’m angled

You pick me up right on time

"this is for you"

i sip

it’s cold and sweet

just perfect.

before i left, i slipped a salt water painting under your helmet.

You are the velvet to my lace, the freckles on your face, the rocket to outer space when i’m forgetting why my feet need to hit the ground.


You are three seconds away from a sunrise when I desperately need the light, you are a cup of tea and wisdom, and you are a giggle at just the right moment while the blood exchanges ideas between my wide-eyed fanatic manic panic mind and my static acrobatic heart.

You are love and a smile when everything around has fallen dark. We fall down the seasons, each leaf turned to green as the time is subjective as valued.

we fall down the winter of broken glass and torn kneecaps and into the summer of understanding and patched hearts.

We fall down the stairs of the boy who was the blank slate and into the arms of the boy who painted his stone happy.

You are the living room of my soul, where all the pictures make us smile just to look at them and the quilt on the couch is beautiful enough to make up for the small tear in the corner. Where the cups of tea sipped are innumerable as the curls on your head and the watercolor windows open past our souls and into our worlds.

Someday we’ll be able to keep track of our socks and get enough sleep but right now I’m still figuring it out. I’m still trying to connect the sky to the tree to the earth to the tesseracted interaction theatrical statement of who I am and what I will be. We will become.

the mice in my ears

the ink stain on my left arm

tell me to listen