i'm tired of this.

i'm getting a real journal.

with two covers, and paper between.

i guess this is goodbye

love,
Georgia

i had forgotten the sound light makes on water
a color without a name,
the blood of a mad sea-king
with the rocks conquered and shining
like jewels at his fingertips.

love,
Georgia

would you stay here
for a while, dear
till the radio
plays something familiar?

i have not been quite this lonely in a very long time
and i have lost track of the days.

love,
Georgia

i am lost on the
twisted streets
of this island
it is full
of ghosts and i
am becoming one
as the days and
weeks creep by.

i am lost in the
twisted game
of this farce
it is full
of lies and i
am pretending and
pretending i
do not see them.

i would only like to go home.

love,
Georgia

the fire danced
copper on droplets of
water on white skin

i lay, bare back
against cement
and watched the smoke
pile and stack
black against mauve
in the waiting sky

that night
the silent flames
crept behind my eyes

now, when i sleep
i dream of burning.

love,
Georgia

and all that i've got
and all that i need
i tie in a knot
that i lay at your feet--
i have not forgot,
but a silence crept over me.

love,
Georgia

we had trees in our eyes
and a christian-disco party
skin, in the absence of fabric
and we woke up tangled.

we dreamed the same dreams.

love,
Georgia

in drawing class, i have been inking out monotype prints ( Read more... )

my nails are painted a color
the bottle calls "burning heart"--
not a deep blood red
or hot flame orange
but pale pale pink
like pale pink seashells
because the hottest things
burn white.

love,
Georgia

today i saw
a mother duck
with a flock of velvet babies,
and a girl on a bicycle
whose rusty wheels squeaked as they spun,
a sundial,
and geese taking off
leaving trails of light behind them.

today, the world is a secret garden
and i am content
to wander its paths
i am content
to be and be.

love
Georgia