
Full Moon In Libra
A journal entry / 430AM / Bathroom Floor Is this what I get? Is this what I give? Is tender …
A journal entry / 430AM / Bathroom Floor Is this what I get? Is this what I give? Is tender …
I want to be touched with good intention, trying too hard to make you not want me. Not putting forth …
When you sneeze I am suddenly aware that beside me you are having a 10th of an orgasm, and that …
Summer legs that see more long grass and fence spokes than sun. More cool water stolen and sliding down shivering stomachs …
She thinks about strangers and the way they make her feel poetry without words, falling in love until her eyes …
You miss him. More than the first night, more than the second, more than the fourth. So much it hurts …
Sometimes it’s more that you’re missing the part of yourself that was taken when they left, rather than the thief …
It’s pathetic really. How all I can think of is how your hands felt on my neck, wondering how it …
You fuck her like your life source is running on low and leave her like you have somewhere to be. …
You swear that if he stood in the West that’s where the sun would rise. Then you remember that you’re …
I wonder if it’s difficult for the sun to rise every morning, if he has a routine of coffee or …
It’s not that I want to die, it’s just that I would. To see your face one more time.
You miss him. At 11PM when he’s laying beside you and you wait too long after eating ice cream to …
This is not a love story. This is not a poem, or a novel, or a song. I don’t know …
Cut throat razors will remind me of you, like cut throat words remind you of me. I will remember yogurt …
Inside out. Smeared on walls, canvas, journals. A bloody piece of “art”. Not red but black and blue. Inconsistent and …
I’m so tired. More than I just need a good nights sleep. More than I need to slow down, or …
You may not have enough time, But neither do I don’t waste it.
I’m not surprised there isn’t yet a word that embodies him. One must be venial to our language because it …