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

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.

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.

wISH

Empty promises and open bottle litter the floor

Another You

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

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.

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.

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.

Grip

If she knew, it was only because the noise in her head had quieted for a moment. 

Fingers Fly

I am in a holed up space barely breathing. My limbs refuse to move and my hands they sit unused on my lap.

Others

A hand is outstretched, it’s morning in the middle of nowhere.

The Jar Heart

I set aside a time to rage

Mud

Maybe

Pull

I pull. In and out of it and wrap myself in the thunder that surrounds it.

Think

They have all forgotten to move or to breathe.

Snow

Loneliness came calling in the dead of night for her.

Put Me Back

If you listen closely you can hear the churning.

Re-Glued

It would seem that we have arrived at an impasse. 

Love Like The Dark

The hardest piece of advice I have ever received goes like this: “Never use anyone else to dilute your own loneliness”.