I am crying when I come back from the bathroom. You ask me what is wrong and in the time it takes to arrange the words you fall asleep. You have always wounded best in the quiet.
Home. You think home is the view of water and the three steps down, and those plans to be approved by council. It’s the fence of white little spears and the manicured lawn that doesn’t stain your knees, and you’ll pass it all on one day, this version of home, the same way you inheritedContinue reading “Home (a love letter)”
If he is honest there has been a relief in letting her go. It is surprising in fact just how quickly he has gotten over her. Her absence has not been felt as a loss so much as a return to an equilibrium he missed desperately when she was around. All of that veering leftContinue reading “It’s not the flags she has planted”
I started running when we met. In the heart of winter I started to run, when the sun hung out with the moon, and the black gave way to blue reluctantly. I started running when you blazed in to my life and altered my direction, and in those early mornings as my feet marked timeContinue reading “Fight or Flight (I want to run to you)”
You call it a dalliance. You think I will like the word. The way you have to curl your tongue against your teeth to make the sound, the way you can slide right off the ending. You think this word will please me, that its poetry will distract me from the question I have askedContinue reading “Definitions”
I do not miss you more on Valentine’s Day. In the profusion of reds and intact hearts you are no more absent than you ever were. (I do not miss you in the language of calendars and clocks – in the birthdays and the Christmas mornings and the ten-nine-eights of New Years Eve) I missContinue reading “I do not miss you more”
The thing about death – in fact the thing about life – is that we know this is finite, we know it all ends, but we are floored just the same because we don’t know how to believe it. We are all living with the fatal flaw of optimism, we’re all considering our maybe nextContinue reading “The fatal flaw”
What if I liked to cook? What if I believed in god on Sundays? What if I had less of an appetite? What if I planned spontaneous sex like the magazines say? What if I wore dresses with higher necklines and had a degree and talked to everyone at parties? What if I read TwilightContinue reading “What if”
We are arguing about god. You say – I just take the lessons. I don’t lie, cheat or steal. Darling, god is not your only delusion.
skin to skin i bare my teeth at you a snarl catching your flesh a flash of gleaming white sunk down piercing the ground i could devour what remains of civility grind it to dust like the tenuous chains that bind me to you our thin veneer bit through salt on my tongue the tasteContinue reading “skin to skin”