Caitie, can we talk please? about cutting heart strings propagating them in soil how fast does loneliness grow and when it does, what is it good for? . Sophia, can’t you just listen? why does it always start in the kitchen so deep and full I don’t even notice hot water kissing burns into my […]
Tag: poetry
Things I left with you
On the stovetop, a half eaten blueberry pie from one of our nightly Meijer runs. Leftover fries and half a burger (probably spoiled now) in the fridge (you know, the ones from the Irish pub where you didn’t order a drop of alcohol, told me you haven’t felt anything since you stopped drinking, and I […]
Biology Exam I // Sunday
some day is different from someday. I don’t know how. Both are just as abstract, deferring responsibility . I will do better tomorrow I will love you better some day, someday when I no longer want to . I did not cram for my biology exam thoughts escaped me like particles through protein channels, passive […]
Disruptions
there are men with guns across the street some women, too; in uniforms weapons propagated on forearms leashed dogs and blockading cop cars scene is not safe, the first thing they teach you in EMT school I turn back to my phone screen . he’s getting existential again I read the message, ask if he’s […]
when you don’t want her
fragile after I miss you terribly rusting wedding bands a cold bed ink that never dries and after— issuing commands between pills makes estrangement heroism; I wrote you a letter every day even so, you remained with her, an ocean away
Pilgrims
were on the shades when I left this morning, the bitter cold biting my cheeks. Threw my voice in the wind prayed it wouldn’t come back until you come . back. They were on the shades when I left, blots of ink on white plastic peering through the slats at all the bodies I’ve collected […]
searchlight
Maybe if I write these words slowly, it will make them hurt less. I can’t remember what I wrote yesterday, but it had that dizzying effect that swings sometimes have: nauseating, like maybe I should have kept my feet planted on the ground. But I have always loved the idea of flying, and being on […]
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my mother wonders why I am never home and my love is never quite certain why I’ve gone mute and my sisters keep telling me they miss me and I can’t look them in the eyes anymore can’t tell fanciful and fantastic lies anymore . went to meeting today discussed plastic bags and pillow cases […]
For Pembroke
wear my bathrobe to pick Lil Cobra up from school administration asks if I’m unwell let them believe I’m diseased it’s more entertaining that way . he messaged me last night wanted to know when he would see me again I shrugged and shook my head don’t want to hear from him, really . dreamt […]
smelling salts
I’ve got the hands of a woman with nothing left to give the feet of a woman with nowhere to go, not even home— tú haces que mi corazón lata but, that’s not right either, is it? we lived in a bubble, the real world exposed to the pretend, now, I fall ill my immune […]
Just Thoughts 