hey.
You can’t tell me how to love Just like I can’t tell you That your heart is hideous Though your heart is hideous To know hatred Deeper than lust Deeper than desire Deeper than anyone And even deeper than Yourself You can’t tell me to grow up Not when your heart has aged […]
you’re about to move. those words echo inside the walls of my brain despite the recognition that the space is filled to capacity, overflowing. you’re about to move. i feel that, all hair rising to attention i feel that; taste the truth before it can even roll off of my tongue. leave my […]
tell me you want me, then tell me again. tell me until you’re blue in the face. angry. wondering who could possibly be this insecure. wrap those words around me. they’re all I need to stay warm tonight. surround me in your security blanket, and if I wake in the night, shivering cold, […]
for after a difficult month, having the discipline to look back in reflection: november passed me in the blink of an eye leaving no time to catch my breath instead, perpetuating the gasping for oxygen. I begged to stay afloat, and barely, I did. I am thankful for this, and being that the […]
In a crowded room, my eyes will always find You. It’s unnatural. You aren’t magnetized. They will scour the room, looking for a hint. Tall— there are lots of tall people. Brown hair— there are many brunettes. Find the man surrounded by beautiful people with lustful eyes, and there He is. His gaze won’t meet […]
he wanted me because my lips tasted like honey drenched with innocence my hands light in the depths of his he wanted me because i danced little circles outside the brim of his heart tapping, not knocking never forcing my way in he wanted me for the whispers the gentle embraces that offered […]
but first, for making it halfway through a year of abundance and blessings. i am grateful. grateful for july 14th, the day i brought home my new puppy, a blessing in himself. yellow, floppy ears puppy dog eyes accompanying every utterance of “no,” and then, acceding. me to him, not him to me. giant […]
She always sat in the back of the classroom but not because she was a bad student. I’d seen the professor hand back her papers marked with words like “well done!” Even “bravo!” And, at first, it surprised me but eventually just furthered the mystery. Her eyes were always sad and her hood on […]
a word a breath set to the rhythm of her tune
she inhaled the weight of the world with each breath and with each exhale fell deeper into the collapsed walls of a dream that she once called life and she knew that even if her body kept moving aimlessly in the direction of death as all living forms do still her soul would […]
