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

So I Did

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

What Once Was

If we were to dance,

Hello, Yellow

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

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.

Eight Thousand And Seventy Eight Steps For Roses

I smell flowers in the garden.

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.

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

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.

Grip

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

Others

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

Mirrors

It is seven in the morning, and everything is falling apart.

Yellow

She looks out the window to cold hard skies that scrape the ceiling of the world and fade into the early morning.

Re-Glued

It would seem that we have arrived at an impasse. 

Love Mom

If you ever bring this up again I’ll deny it, but all right.

Are We

Are we there yet? In the good place?

The Invincible Man

In the corner store, 3501, is where I found him this time.

A Note On The Docks

I will not be forgotten.

Quiet Hours

They say there is a time in the middle of the night called the magic hour.

Day 61

It has been 60 days.

In

In the darkness we covet