(2012)
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
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…
The imprint of your teeth still sit between the bruises graz… across my neck from the night you were so hungry for my skin and I
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
You sighed in your sleep. I bet you never noticed the sounds that you made while you drank your morning coffee. You
Yesterday I woke up alone; tomorrow I will wake up alone Tonight won’t be any different, really.
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
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…
And neither would your fingertips when they graze the crease of my spine under your bed-sheets, vinyl, just like the carpet in the
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…
You sighed the same way you cried; silent and hollow, and
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
December left some of her frigidne… at the end of the year when we par… been cold to everyone for the past… If I had stayed in town I think… would have written a story about u…