Heather Ann

Heather Ann Oct 2018

give me a call when you can:
when you get the chance
or when you wake up, when you have the time--
any one of those three.

9 o'clock,
channel number 57 on your T.V.,
don't call me back.

hey babe,
i just had a question.
no rush to answer it.

i need six letters...
gimme a call.

i want you to remember...

i figured out what i was going to ask you.
i know you're available,
i know you're available.
sorry.

the phones working again--
i'd like to throw it through the window
but i can't afford a new window.

i wish you'd pick up your phone,
if it's thunder and lightning,
stay out of the cellar.

please call me back.

call me when you get home--
i know you're available.

could you give me a call back?

bye bye.

#voicemail #grandma #sad #love #family

Heather Ann Oct 2018

ash blonde

i would've stood barefoot in those woods
just to kiss you--
away from the pounding sounds
of mediocre music.
my heart beat like a finale
of fireworks
every time you smiled at me.

i've discovered something sweet,
like sugared gold against my lips,
tasting like summer and sun-ripened strawberries.

we would've hung out feet,
letting them dangle over the water's edge
as if there weren't whirlpools in my chest.

we would dance on carpeted floors
tripping over each other
trying to pretend we didn't mean to.

i envisioned the possibilities,
as my throat tried to swallow down the beginnings
of everything we could be.

#love #bisexual #beauty #party #emotions

Heather Ann Oct 2018

alive in wonderland

i.
i've fallen into a land
where my vision has shifted,
everything now looks evil and twisted
like the knots in my stomach.

the blood moons drips
onto my ribs--
caging my beating heart.
my soul is on fire,
but i think i'm dead--
dragging the weight of my broken bones
through a forest of hands
hell-bent on ripping out my throat.

doom lingered like dust,
a sky bruised purple
as the silence of bare limbs
slices into me like a blade.
we are boys and girls
in graveyards full of ghosts
with claw marks carved into old stone.

my chest is a catacomb,
a deserted place
trying to find something solid,
but the feeling never stays.
i can't be caged,
i can't be caged,
i can't be caged.

ii.
thumping like a rabbit's foot
hitting the center with an X,
an arrow in the heart.
branches snapped off
like her limbs,
dragging a knife, dripping in blood.
she cried oceans for the moon,
begging her to pull the tides.
a vague prophecy
with a river running red.
what's it from?
what's it from?

Heather Ann Oct 2018

bloodlines

a river flows in both of us
with the same thrum of an erratic heartbeat,
steady hands that secretly shake
and heavy eyelids that feel like weights.
we grew up on the shelf--
decorum for the dollhouse
of broken dreams.
born and raised
we rise and fall
like balloons,
but we don't always get to reach the stars.
we kneel,
not in submission,
or for prayer,
but to remember where we come from
and where we'll go back to.
we crack and twist like dead trees
leaning from the weight.
diamonds, hiding,
in wait.
we are perennials--
we blossom and die;
forgetting we come alive again.
but when the sun has set and we lose our breath
we shiver amongst the silence,
only landmarks not found yet

#bloodlines #family #connection #mother #grandmother

Heather Ann Oct 2018

heartbreak hotel of '97

sticky subway stations in summer
sending lukewarm love-letters to former lovers.
the salt from your lips stuck to my skin like sweat
dripping in the city--
buzzing with the static of electricity.
i made love to myself under stormy weather
where the air tasted like change.
i've always loved the feeling more than the taste.

unfinished(???)

#love #summer #happy #city

Heather Ann Oct 2018

calluna vulgaris

where does heather grow?
in the north
blossoming; under late summer skies.
it is the fire
as told in old norse
like it was spoken from the gods,
in mere whispers,
too afraid of the spark.

#heather #bio #flower #me

Heather Ann Oct 2018

jupiter//ribs

our bones have grown, you cut your hair
but i let mine grow--
when summer felt endless,
the days melted together
to craft a seamless blanket of
memories
made by the hands of two girls
who didn’t know how to sew.
we were not diamonds, but stones
overturned in the ocean.
but we loved like it was anything other than grime.

#friendship #old #wishful #missing #you #summer #warmth