[a-starling-me]

do you ever think about me when youre with her? do you think about me at all? i think about you more than i think about anyone else. i want to stop, i want to get over it but i will miss the version of you that lives in my head. i’ll miss the life i’ve imagined us having. will anyone ever compare? i don’t want them to. i want you to be the best i ever, the best i never had.

i think i’m over it, i think i don’t think about you anymore, but you’re the one who is behind the door in my dream, the one i have about us on the balcony. the one that never even happened. i wake up from it alone with a trace of something i never could’ve had, and you wake up in white sheets with her around you. what did you dream about?

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[a-starling-me]

[a-starling-me]

August lives in me. It moves fast, goes fast and leaves everything brittle and transformed.

Then it’s gone without a trace.

August misses nothing, for it has nothing of its own. All it has is the warm breeze and faint smell of ending life it leaves behind.

[a-starling-me]

June

Thin

tired roots

in early summer

almost June.

Climb up the walls

spread out and feel it,

grip tight at every crevice

wedge yourself in

until it feels like home

[a-starling-me]

i fell in love with a flash of lightning

it set fire to the tree in my backyard

[a-starling-me]

crying in a car that’s not my own

seat belt on

in the parking lot

when did life get so big?

[a-starling-me]

I never planted perennial flowers in our garden just like I never painted the living room wall the color I like. I hung paintings, beat nails into the wood, (a quick slap of spackle and the holes are covered), laid down a fake set of roots.

I’ve called this place home and I’ve put petunias on the balcony (they’ll die in the winter and I can start again in the spring and I won’t have to face them again, they won’t be there waiting for me.)

[a-starling-me]

going through the motions

smiling coy and hot eyed when you look into me

letting my face go blank when your eyes roll back

i’m doing this for you (i’m doing it for me)

i’m doing this so i wont have to tell you i dont want to

so i won’t have to see your face fall (so i won’t have to hear myself say it)

[a-starling-me]

August lives in me. It moves fast and leaves everything brittle and transformed. Then it’s gone without a trace. August misses nothing, for it has nothing of its own. All it has is the warm breeze and faint smell of ending life it leaves behind.

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[a-starling-me]

August lives in me. It moves fast, goes fast and leaves everything brittle and transformed.

Then it’s gone without a trace.

August misses nothing, for it has nothing of its own. All it has is the warm breeze and faint smell of ending life it leaves behind.

[a-starling-me]

flame licking at my fingertips

under the nail where it hurts the most .

putting it out does not suffice,

these hands need to become it

my body needs to embrace it

the sane in me overthrown by it

[a-starling-me]

Two young foxes lie on the road. Split open and together. I drive past and wonder if anything will be okay again.

[a-starling-me]

My bones want to run far away but I would miss my mother.

There are no tears but I cannot move my body. My childhood bed is too small and just the right size. I want to lie here forever. The familiar rush of the road and the tick of the clock. I want to lie here forever.

[a-starling-me]

Tires screech outside my open window and for a second I hear someone screaming. I can see a mouth wide open teeth shining spit in strings connecting lips.

It’s just the boys out on their bikes again. I go back to sleep.