Somewhere in between
a middle state
returning to the source
and you cant look yourself in the eye
you find you've lost all sense of smell
as a result your body has forgotten
how to taste
things that don't make sense
small rooms
bigger in person
completely new cells - only 300 days
completely new person - only 7

What can I do?
when you are my point of reference in love
there is so little to do
running to Europe
running to Spain
running towards a red clipper and 50 euros cash
poking holes to signify the grey area
the border between the know and unknown

You could draw a straight line
but it will never be
Do you know where I am?
I'm in the thick of it
lost in the city
I don't move much
but I'm not trapped
and I like it this way

My feet know these tiles
my arms know this length
in black and white photos
you can only see the light
when you've studied the darkness
I'm back in my Air Chrysalis
this time without warning

I am my baby blue
and she walks without moving

i sat on my daybed
wondering why
all of Haruki Murakami's music
is classical jazz
Saturn is in retrograde
this is not as small as you might think
my feet have seen the red dust of Sedona
and other thick places
something closer to a saxophone
do you remember that night?
castigadas en el granero
and songs about the moon
I have never heard so many

ruki and others will be in my book
**** gets deep
you are running to get to something
you already know the answer to

I will always be part of the moon

The sun shines at a different angle
on this side of the planet
my feet are crusted with paint
my hands only carry flowers
I am an artist
who has forgotten how to think
I am a human
fueled by the energy of sound
I am not stagnant
I am just contemplating other doors

you can run without shoes
and get lost in the dirt
but know that this is a city
and you will always fertilize the soil

Are you a night owl?
Do you save the darkness for observation?
Do you listen to soul on Sundays?
Do you remember how many steps you took?
Do you live in a city?
Or wish that you did?
Who is your conversation starter?
I remember July but wonder what it would be like if I didn't

Trust me when I say that she sees you clearly
but her phone was stolen
and now she only wants the things that want her

Goodbye to dreams of Los Angeles.

In truth
my mind is a mosaic
and I am busy underwater
all the signs turned into mirrors
I can see digital footprints
voluntarily
the night the streets open
you can find me resting
preparing my soft glow
it shines in the morning
like an air chrysalis
I can tell there is resistance
but who knows from where?

If you listen closely
there is a rhythm to the city below
seeing it from above
brings a rush of clarity
it aligns with the tears I cried
in the morning sun
for the love of my mother

Things are pastel
and gold falls like dust
when I choose the energy
that is choosing me

I am thankful for the solitude found
within present company
and I feel holy
when red wine is swapped for a red pen

Grapes taste nice from 100ft above

It might rain on you
and you might get curious about the universe
I asked Emma why she always brought these things up
we work best as a team
to be ambitious and to plant seeds are different things
feed the jungle and the jungle will love you back

I will never forget how green I looked
when I saw my reflection in mother of pearl

my poetry is not a metaphor

We create piles of books between us in bed
I want you back in my head
I travel seas
I find you again

To be in solitude is to be strong
To be in companionship is to be part of a whole
I get visions from moments that don't exist
I get poetry from deep corners of my pockets
We wake at 2:10 only to drink coffee at 6

I run backward to find where I went wrong
I ask the cards what my favorite color is then try again

I am holy with my visions and rough on the edges
I've stripped my femininity
only to find someone more forgiving beneath

Inspiration, muse, and black coffee all fit into the same category
we all need more sleep
we all try too hard
one day it will be easier to write your name on a city
but for now we fight for passion
and work for love

it is easy to play the wrong game