Have you ever tried to shake out laundry drying on a line of any bees that might have made your jeans a temporary home? That is what it feels like trying to empty out my head before bed— just trying to free these bees before they sting me in my sleep.
These Bones
I am done believing in broken men I am tired of thirsty texts empty heads being left on read I am through with opening myself up just to have the door shut because the thing about trust is that it does not grow on trees in fact, I would put more trust in a tree…
Deadbolt
Consider all the locks in our lives meant to protect but more importantly meant to keep others out— I don’t know why but I leave myself unlocked around you, when maybe I’m better off engaging the deadbolt.
Puzzle
I keep looking for my answers in someone else, I know no one can solve me the human heart is not secretly disguised as a Rubik’s cube (if only) so why do I keep on throwing myself out there only to reel myself back in as if loneliness navigating purpose were something worth calculating but…
Planting Trees
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.
Why Pears 