and life really isn't fair
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
some nights i am absolutely sure
the moon misses
in the exact way your
misses my bed.
Monday, November 26, 2012
i see you, marymount,
i could use a few more people
from here in my life.
Friday, November 23, 2012
i love when you push the
volcano of me, i turn to
an ice-cream-cone, running
sticky over your
Monday, November 19, 2012
nothing makes sense
nothing makes sense
the kids are coked out and the
city is ruining me slowly and
i've never been so happy
by myself before.
steal it down deep-
take a big breathe and hold
for the entirety of this poem.
black mold creeping up the caulk in the bathtub and institution
lights with safety glass just to remind us that
we can't sleep for a reason and there are eyes in the
the things you think about when you can't
sleep, always looking. eyes peeled like great big
oranges, citrus sweet and blue as the moon
twice a year.
i come around with flat feet and stand strong
at the front door of a flat
that is not welcome in this tiny building.
i am rejected like a cork from your bed.
life is a movie and i am the scene where everyone kisses.
life is a movie and i am the scene where everyone dies.
read it again, slow this time
like you'd touch her if you could.
run the words over your tongue
until it makes sense.
Thursday, November 8, 2012
coffee rings and dark circles under your eyes, the love
keeps you up at night.
you'll ruin her bones
in the snow slopped city with an apartment full of cracks
and your voice
when you tell her you're in love.
you brought me soup
when i was sick
which is something we cannot ignore
Monday, November 5, 2012
she told me i was easy to love, like a
sparrow in the attic that keeps her up at night
with the song of us breathing.
i was easy to hate, i was
cocked smiles at all the wrong times
and all she ever did was trust me
to not be
Thursday, November 1, 2012
i havent been updating lately,
everything is happening so fast with school and the city and now this hurricane.
sorry kids, i'll work on updating more frequently once midterms are over
in the meantime, school is out until monday. prompts?