Ink

Dance in the shadow of moonlight

While your shoes crush the glass on the floor

And make sharp glitter on the linoleum

Grab onto hope and stick it in the oven

Then spread it on a roast for Thanksgiving

Let your brain turn into a pool of ink

And pour it all out into the sink

And dip your hands in it and paint the walls

Ruin the linens and the doors and the halls

Paint your neck and your eyes

And write love letters to boys

Who will read them and keep them in boxes under the bed

So they can sleep over hopes and dreams.

Stick a knife in a pillow and watch the feathers burst out

But do all this in silence

So they won’t find out.

Loophole

To The Moon

I love you to the moon and back, I know because I went there.

I shot myself into the stratosphere because they said on the moon there was magic dust that would make me all better.

The moon is 384,400 miles away from the earth, so it took me a long time, but you’ve never been anywhere so quiet.

There’s no day or night, but I could see the sun right in front of me spewing hot lava into space.

I went to the moon and I figured it out, all of it, got all whole and fixed and healed and unafraid.

The world is so small from all the way up there, beautiful and blue and silent.

I thought about you being so far away, and I wondered if you thought about me.

I love you to the moon and back, and I came all the way back here with moon dust on my boots and my whole heart to give.

I came all the way back, all the way whole, and you said you missed me but you didn’t think I’d be that long. I could see the marks on your hand from someone else holding it, the deep etching of happy and warm.

I told you I loved you to the moon and back, and that’s what I answered when you asked me what took so long.

Neven Krcmarek

Carve

So I Did

We held hands in the dark, and I couldn’t even see you.

Go Fish

Tonight we go around in circles, at three in the morning with the sounds of the city in the background and the hope of something better held between tired fists.

This Is How

This is how 

What Once Was

If we were to dance,

Music

I took what I wanted. That’s for certain. It was like a flash of lighting you know? I didn’t know what it was until my eyes were burning and I had to think about it.

Hello, Yellow

It’s Tuesday, October twenty-fifth, and there is a hand on the box in the corner.

Hold On To A Moment

I hold on to a moment, far longer than I should, I know. I hold on to a day, or an hour, where you made the world stop, where we were young and beautiful and in love, where we were untouched by our own shortcomings, if only for a moment.

I Am Red

There is a bucket of paint

In a boat in the middle of the ocean

Paper Clouds

It was gone like a puff of smoke, the kind that happens after you set off a confetti gun.

wISH

Empty promises and open bottle litter the floor

Another You

I’m going to find another you, one day on the subway.

Because You Let Me

I lost.

Love in the palm of my hand I lost.

Ghosts

There is a clock in the corner of the kitchen, and I live by it.

I Don’t

There are clocks

everywhere

Eight Thousand And Seventy Eight Steps For Roses

I smell flowers in the garden.

Tornado

I have held old things, in my hands.

Zero Point Seven Seconds

There is a

The Swing At The End Of The World

At the end of the world there is a swing, and it teeters back and forth.

Divide

There has been no great divide here. There have been no swords that have sliced through flesh, nobody has touched anything.

Hide Ground

A pounding in my chest is the thing that I needed.

Circles

We rode around

Seventeen

This is a story about climbing. Up to the roof where they won’t see, feet on the edge of a cliff, the edge of a cliff on the cusp of the city.

Beautiful Girl

He said “beautiful girl”

Part Apart

Part

The word feels sticky in my mouth

It means to be close to something, but also to be halved, if your part is part of something that is broken.

A part is also apart,

“A”

Without

In deficit of

The Box Outside The Window

Outside the window there sits a box. It has never been opened. It has never left the spot by the front porch, even though the weather has come and gone. It is made of a strong material, something that would appear to last the test of time, or maybe it’s something magical, either way, it has not moved since it was placed there by a man in a grey uniform like so many men in grey uniforms do every day.

Moon Crisp

Heart in the dark, sitting in the corner waiting for someone to come to the window.

The Beginning

The wind came in through the window and made a whistling sound as it shot through the glass.

The Things Of Us

I’m so damn angry, at the way things have turned out, at the poison that just came out of my mouth.