Somehow, she's me
Her hair is tied with a ribbon Saying "This is not for you." She wears a pendant of stamped brass Saying "Non sum qualis eram." "I have been a hero since birth," She tells herself, As though that will somehow Explain her scars. She...
Post-op images
Saturday is for mechanics. Sunday is for terror. Monday is for acceptance. Tuesday is for purging. Wednesday is for anxiety. Thursday is for sleep. * * * When I am asleep The world changes around me. In spring, I am changed. * * * I'm no good at...
Unimportant Verse 14
Between our houses, there is a simple fence - not a chasm, not a wall. Chain-link, waist high, bedecked with sweet-pea and set about with violets. Something we can tend, something to feel good about, something between us other than nothing.
Unimportant Verse 13
Every time I seek to change my life, myself, my love, my name, every time I try and broaden my range in this shitty, all-encompassing game, I hesitate. With every change in my life comes the terror of maybe losing you of maybe being caught in...
Unimportant Verse 12
When a light so far above me shines down, I lose my footing, stop, look around, and for once, see my way lit before me. Through you, I learn how I move. Through you, I see how I act. Through you, I judge myself. When a light so far...
Beneath her coat was a whole identity
Beneath her coat was a whole identity: A subtle form of ideas under soft fur, A constantly shifting mass of meaning... And somehow, she pulled it off. She would go for days without shedding a thing, And then, as if a bottle rolling off a...
Growth
Used to be you and I daily would walk through the fields out back of the house and talk for hours, spilling words and emotions. These walks were our daily devotions to each other over the years. The fields, dotted with ponds, were our space. We...
Covet
Whispering green. Creaking tree. ... Setting orange. Backdrop sky. Greasy black. Pat on the back. ... Overall blue, Smeared oil Mom tuts about the mess While Dad gets a new shirt Clinking silver Bolting blue I lay down thinking what...
Stripes
Okay, so in celebration of tiger day, a story about people who face a sudden appearance of stripes, all color is drained of their vision except for black and orange. The narrative alternates between a cynical look at the change and an appreciative look...
Triage
We lay together Our chests rising and falling Looking at the same moon Thousands of miles apart We saw each other, but never touched Never talked, never felt Yet we felt closer despite the distance Through triaging and salvaging we came to...
You Are Not Alone
"The high today got down to 89, and thanks to an incoming coldfront, tomorrow should come to 85. Also thanks to this front, we should have storms through the rest of this week..." The wolf looks up from his book at the TV, where the weatherman did his...
Recursive Cycles
Recursive cycles cement their way into secluded lives ceaselessly expanding, enveloping all thought and action. People like you forgot how to live. Somewhere along the way you forgot to appreciate how the sky shifts as night falls or day breaks, the...