it starts with that opening track. the catchy chord progression. the snappy strumming pattern. the mischievous rhyming couplet. its waiting there for us when we get home ( Read more... )

that all happened fast. those months passed, those nights became mornings and afternons, those weekends ended, those wednesdays dragged on. lets sum it up: horrid goodbyes and happy hellos, mechanical horses on broadway, barefooted drummers in park slope, a few thousand essays, the magic apartment, evenings swallowed by used book stores, subway ( Read more... )

i am alone. i fall asleep alone. ride the bus alone. shower alone. listen to music alone. decipher graffiti alone. pet stray cats alone. write alone.

for the first time in three years: you are not on my shoulder, you are not under my tongue, you are not hanging from my earlobe.

i am learning how to fall asleep alone.

i am bleeding again. it pools in my shoes. stains on the couch. pink bubble baths ( Read more... )

you and i, we are people of mud. we thrive in the thick of july. too small for two, the bedsheets are heavy. i face the open window. "can i smell the rain too?" and you place your hand on my stomach ( Read more... )

i am so insufferably myself sometimes.

some stupid poet said, "grief hides behind trash cans." no. grief never hides. grief is not comparable to the tissue that didn't make it into the rubbish bin. grief rips closed doors from their hinges. grief invades bed sheets. grief blocks the light from the window, breathes on your eyelids and stares you right in the fucking face. i have no ( Read more... )

The Ice Fisherman ( Read more... )

I nearly fell asleep but beyond my eyelids flickering i saw the full moon reflected, cast onto glass across the room, framed just above the image of my hip bone and your left ear. It was as round, and as white, and as dented and imperfect as my knee cap, or the heel of my sole. And you craned your neck, and you dug with your fingertips, and your ( Read more... )

the world works in mysterious ways. i am apparently uninspired this morning. i could use a cup of coffee. my fingers are so cold in the morning - GOOD MORNING OCTOBER.