Don’t Maul the Lion-Tamer

I am tired of searching for myself in the arms of someone else, I am impatient to heal from the wounds you inflicted and the wounds I inflict on myself, so I try to pass the time by counting every  red and white stripe in this tent I can find. When I get tired of…

The Axis

I am not interested  in only half of your attention  I want to be the axis upon which  your world turns, the cure for  your drooping daffodils. 

By the Roots

I wanted to run my fingers  through your long hair reaching like wisps of branches  toward the sky grip you tight by the roots and remind you who controls the wind  that rustles your leaves  who controls the rain to relieve your thirst  and who controls the sun to warm your soul. 

Anxiety

Anxiety is feeling like the universe  will grab me by the ankle hang me upside down  and shake me loose of all my integrity. 

Lupus

It feels like fire in my bones punishing me for overindulging— what a sinner I have become.

Moss

When I’m old and it’s time for me  to leave this earth, paint me in green in honor of the moss which grows across the abandoned train station, across the stumps and rocks that flirt with sunlight in the woods.

Infinite

“You are infinite,” she said, brushing a strand of hair  behind my ear  with one of her wrinkled hands etched with all the memories of her trips, “Stay curious and let yourself enjoy life,” she said,  bowing her head to look at me  over the top of her glasses,  a small smile hovering over her…

Like Field Mice

When I think of you, my body feels heavy  weighed down by 10 years of memories that never cease  to scamper around my brain like field mice on an August afternoon.

Unmistakable

You mistook me for the village on the mountainside,  you didn’t realize  I was the whole damn mountain— rivers and creeks and patchy trees snowy peaks and blankets of green. You were just a traveler who left your muddy boots where you pleased never caring  to wipe your feet and starting fires for fun in…