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…
Dust on My Headboard
Well, I’m not sure if “Love is a dog from hell,” because love hasn’t called love hasn’t showed up on my doorstep just ‘cause, love hasn’t texted, love has only left dust on my headboard.
Wood Chips & Gravity
Do you remember the map of the world or rather the U.S spread out across the hot top? We’d try to remember which states were where chasing one another around the map — Well, they buried our world with another brick building, cut the hot top into a fourth of what it used to be,…
Promises
I let everything grow out of me I scrubbed away the smell of you scrubbed away the memories of us that lingered on my body, scrubbed away all the promises you made and wrote some promises of my own: I promise to love myself. I promise to protect myself. I promise not to settle.
Parade of One
I dreamt that I was a parade with tiny flags in my hair and everywhere— I wrapped my streamers around you to pull you in, forgetting you weren’t a part of the spectacle, but what is a parade of one?
Gone Too Far
I got lost in your shapes and colors in your unfamiliar tongue just wanted to see what was around your corners and behind your doors but I may have gone too far.
Why Pears 