diary

Full Moon In Libra

A journal entry / 430AM / Bathroom Floor Is this what I get? Is this what I give? Is tender …

Intent

I want to be touched with good intention, trying too hard to make you not want me. Not putting forth …

The Reality of The Season

Summer legs that see more long grass and fence spokes than sun. More cool water stolen and sliding down shivering stomachs …

Having a Hole In Your Being

Sometimes it’s more that you’re missing the part of yourself that was taken when they left, rather than the thief …

Just An Outlet

You fuck her like your life source is running on low and leave her like you have somewhere to be.  …

Rising Change

You swear that if he stood in the West that’s where the sun would rise. Then you remember that you’re …

Caring For The Sky

I wonder if it’s difficult for the sun to rise every morning, if he has a routine of coffee or …

When Your Mouth Is Cold

You miss him. At 11PM when he’s laying beside you and you wait too long after eating ice cream to …

Selective Memory

Cut throat razors will remind me of you, like cut throat words remind you of me. I will remember yogurt …

These Are Not Artists

Inside out. Smeared on walls, canvas, journals. A bloody piece of “art”. Not red but black and blue. Inconsistent and …

Melauthious

I’m not surprised there isn’t yet a word that embodies him. One must be venial to our language because it …