“two thousand five hundred and fifty four”

never get drunk and think about
the boy you love
that lives thousands of miles away.

don’t let your lips get wet
at the thought of his ***** hands.

ignore your increased heartbeat
when you relive him ordering
a cup of black coffee.

don’t allow your eyes to leak
when you remember his french girlfriend
and the fact that you and he
will never
be together again.

ar

“him”

i love him-
it feels unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
i wish my grandma was here so I could tell her about the boy from New York
who has long dreadlocks and
does art and
reads insightful novels and
does yoga.
i want to run into his arms;
squeeze him tight.
i want to lock my lips together with his
full lips
and sigh a great sigh of relief.
i want to trace his body with my fingers and
i want him to paint me
white.
i’d live in Greenwich village for him.
only
for him.

ar

"twenty"

I love taking long, slow walks
barefoot
at night when the cement is
warm and the air is clean.
Twenty
is looking like it'll be another year
filled with over generosity
and energy vampires.
I only crave french kisses
and love making
and money
steadily flowing into my bank account.
Maybe twenty will be filled with only dreams.

ar

"let's play"

my jaw aches
wisdom teeth are eagerly
pushing through the surface
but I am not wise.
I am a child
who has
a diagnosed mother
a diseased father
a demonic brother

I have been diagnosed with adulthood
                     diseased with reoccurring tragedies
                     and plagued by demonic thought and
ideas that creep inside my mind
when the banshees come out
to play at night.

ar

"tangled"

he makes it too easy
the butterflies have come
much too quickly.
my irresponsible brain projects
a lovely garden,
a cottage,
a child.

our energies have tangled
together and knotted twice.
I wish to see him but
he is trapped in the ***** city
and I must return to
posh village.

his girlfriend
would not be happy
about this..

ar

"art boy"

I sit waiting for him,
the gemini boy who has
touched my heart
unlike any other.

The artist boy who draws
like butter on a fresh
baguette.

The kind boy who smiles
and makes me feel safe.

He is trustworthy

but so is everyone
until they aren't anymore.

ar

"north meadow"

A soft summer's breeze
licks my face.
Songs of the birds echo
in the construction.
A black nanny comforts
a white child
and all is "calm".

12.47 pm

ar