If I accept, will you build me into your cobblestone patio let me dig my fingers into the earth to fill every crack with the green that seeps out from underneath? Will you bury me and all our secrets in your garden so no one can distinguish between the seeds that plant peas and the…
Stump
They cut her down today— first, they started with her tallest branches just a few cuts to sprinkle the earth with hundreds of years worth of her Next, they began sawing at her midsection bulbous and covered in lichen her body etched with the histories of teenage love Finally, they snipped her — sliced her…
Friday Nights
Friday nights are characterized by the same kind of loneliness that encumbered me when you fell asleep on the couch every night.
Seismographs
She only spoke in seismographs abrupt, exploding with words that parted the tectonic plates of my soul.
Letting Go
I let go of you faster than a sneeze, you slipped between my fingers and although I practiced holding you memorized all your ridges, I quickly realized I was never meant to hold you.
Conglomeration
To love oneself, the conglomeration of atoms, molecules aspirations, failures down to the way your body jiggles when you walk— that is the greatest gift you can ever give yourself.
Scrambled
It is delicate one off word and that could be it but if that’s the case then so be it— Life is too short to walk on eggshells for other people, so instead, I’ll just make some scrambled eggs. You’re more than welcome to join me.
Galaxies
There are galaxies inside you, sometimes they pirouette make you point your toes in some direction you’ve never known but what you do know is that there are so many kinds of love to fill you up.
Untouchable
I looked at photos of you like paintings in a museum you were just a plain old mountainside a vignette of a harbor full of faded colors yet your description boasted of grandeur, of some artist I probably hadn’t heard of— You were always going to be untouchable, I should have known from the moment…
Restlessness
I am tired of a restlessness so deep in my bones I can feel it in my molecules, a restlessness marked by this incessant need to find my face light up from my cell phone screen, to listen to the voices of people on TV to chip away at a loneliness protected by me.
