maureen, has-been queen ( Read more... )

There’s something grey lodged in my throat and its polluting everything that enters my mouth ( Read more... )

gosh, im hilarious.

hopefully the rain will bring a change of tide. i am getting sick of this, aren't you? even if we can't have what we want at least we can still pretend the little things matter. come on guys close your eyes and hold hands with me we are going to teleport ourselves out of here. and maybe it is true when we get to our destination ( Read more... )

and sometimes he catches her right as she's getting off her cloud and when he speaks to her it is as if he was living in her poems. "you think so little of them" she would say, when what she really meant was, "you underestimate others". sometimes he glories in these little nuggets, as if he were polishing off the last crumbs of an especially well- ( Read more... )

barren is the autumn garden clippered ( Read more... )

wednesday is the end of the world ( Read more... )

we're tightrope walkers can't you see ( Read more... )

today the sky is inky ( Read more... )

i want you there, she told me ( Read more... )

melting, we sluiced, victims of our juices;
salvation is parting, shelter for our porous skins.
here is the cue: the cracking of your palms

revealing you are fragile and i
held your hand and stood beside you
watched the quarter take the color of the sun.

but listen:
brightness tempered us too soon.
specific heat clouded the decay ( Read more... )