Full Moon In Libra
A journal entry / 430AM / Bathroom Floor Is this what I get? Is this what I give? Is tender …
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You’ve started the rhythmic counting in your head that you picked up in fourth grade when you started percussion. One, two, blip, four, blip, two, three, four, one, blip, three, four…
You whip your head around. What did you just hear? Was that the front door closing? Is someone home? You realize it was nothing and become aware of the heavy beating in your chest, your shallow breathing. Blip. (Were you doing this before?) It was probably nothing you reassure yourself -blip-, as you pick little pieces of chip and paper off the ground that have collected there since last night. Blip.
ENTRY 4
Finger the fear out of me, I’m longing for your ease.
Closed Windows Are Still Made of Glass
Of how I hold you to be the person you were when you asked me to make that promise when I become the person who broke it.
Intent
I want to be touched with good intention, trying too hard to make you not want me. Not putting forth …
Rising Change
You swear that if he stood in the West that’s where the sun would rise. Then you remember that you’re …
A Week After Your Birthday
It’s not that I want to die, it’s just that I would. To see your face one more time.
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 …
You Know What I’m Thinking, But This Isn’t What You Think
This is not a love story. This is not a poem, or a novel, or a song. I don’t know …
Selective Memory
Cut throat razors will remind me of you, like cut throat words remind you of me. I will remember yogurt …
I Think My Soul Is Weary
I’m so tired. More than I just need a good nights sleep. More than I need to slow down, or …
Don’t Waste My Time
You may not have enough time, But neither do I don’t waste it.
Melauthious
I’m not surprised there isn’t yet a word that embodies him. One must be venial to our language because it …
Bone Trail
There’s a trail tattooed on your skin where my fingers have ventured over your shoulder and across your collar bone. …
Who told us it was okay to feel this much. Where is the science to explain finding God in someone’s …
Two Quarters But Only My Two Cents
I’d rather hurt myself. I’d rather understand the kind of pain I want – need – to feel than have …
You have never touched me but no-ones fingers haunt me more; memories of dreams, taunting me. But I’m glad you never did. My imagination is satisfying and I don’t like being disappointed.
Eat Your Heart Out
I tasted myself on your mouth. It was the first time I knew warmth was a flavour.
Cultivating
the rain said do no worship water no whisper of wants can stop the mad man in the sky as he …
