(2012)
If your hands could speak what would they have said when the… in that hollow gap between my knee… sometimes instead of crawling they… like intruders carelessly hoping t…
And neither would your fingertips when they graze the crease of my spine under your bed-sheets, vinyl, just like the carpet in the
Gently, quietly, peacefully You tickled the inside of my spine… shed kisses light as dandelions in the palm of a young girl’s hand Easily, timidly
You sighed the same way you cried; silent and hollow, and
I gave her my palm the one that I write with, she sai… waited for my future as if life is an enclosed circle of time,
Yesterday I woke up alone; tomorrow I will wake up alone Tonight won’t be any different, really.
It was late summer and we were chasing nostalgia behind rusty all… abandoned back-roads while we fell… the city’s stillness after dark. Y… with your hand between my knees an…
Your hands were soft like the stuffing of the inside of… but your fingernails could claw through the thickest skins. You used to wake up at sunrise
She hid behind cherry orchards and smelled of old vanilla-flavored coffee (last Sunday was the last time she would
There is a place underneath your collarbone where I left the imprint of my
I think love has a name and it’s t… I used to call out under muffled b… sleepless nights beneath your wint… There was a stain on your mattress… Sunday we decided we would live as…
You are fleeting. You are the raindrops on the pavement after a storm. You are snow, in the Spring and ice–
I imagine you’ll be wearing a whit… crew-neck sweater, curved at the nape, bare, and you’ll have spaces between the skin on your lower wrists where there once had been
the atoms in your body were replac… by ones that did not remember the flavor of my skin in vacant baseme… at mid-night after five swigs of w… and they replenished your sense of
It’s almost the first of the month again and I taste the tartness on your lips: grapefruits, iced tea, and lipstick - like a wasp it