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.
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.
There is a bucket of paint
In a boat in the middle of the ocean Continue reading “I Am Red”
It was gone like a puff of smoke, the kind that happens after you set off a confetti gun. Continue reading “Paper Clouds”
At the end of the world there is a swing, and it teeters back and forth. Continue reading “The Swing At The End Of The World”
There has been no great divide here. There have been no swords that have sliced through flesh, nobody has touched anything. Continue reading “Divide”
A pounding in my chest is the thing that I needed. Continue reading “Hide Ground”
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,
In deficit of Continue reading “Part Apart”
Heart in the dark, sitting in the corner waiting for someone to come to the window. Continue reading “Moon Crisp”
I’m so damn angry, at the way things have turned out, at the poison that just came out of my mouth. Continue reading “The Things Of Us”
There is a man who works in the post office Continue reading “Tomorrow I Will”
I want to be like water.
Water has a quiet power, an ever-realized presence, a sound with no force, an ability to move and be solid. Continue reading “I Want To Be Like Water”
He broke gaze after thirty seconds, he knew because there was a clock on the wall right behind her head ticking away the hours they had spent there in the dark deciding if they were good for each other anymore. Continue reading “Hesitate”
Let us go dancing, and pore over old love letters. Continue reading “Without Me”
I sit in the dark and I overlook chrome. Continue reading “Quitter 5000”
Dust settles on the sidewalk here, a chill in the air whistles through her hair and her hands. Continue reading “Hope”
In the dark place sits the lion, curled up, caged. Continue reading “Rooted”
I found an old note the other day, addressed to Dear beautiful girl. Continue reading “The Nice Room”
Sometimes your words are better said by someone else, and sometimes writing just isn’t enough. For those who have been following me on here for quite some time now, I haven’t ever posted something like this, but sometimes the mood just demands it, and maybe you writers will appreciate a bit of melody. Thanks for listening.
She breathed light and fire into everything, whole but not quite, the type who has this little part you know you could stretch open. She begs you to come inside and let her know you mean something, that she means something.
Continue reading “Association”
If drowning will work
I’ll drown Continue reading “Anything”
Trust me, he said
In the middle of a mangled breathe Continue reading “Trust Me”