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wednesday afternoon
i consume black coffee by the steaming mouthful so i can stay awake long enough to do something useful i am playing a waiting game with my feelings but i have never been acquainted with patience the way i admire so much in the humans who love me best maybe all we all require is the opposite of what we are to fill in the space between your fingers is exactly what you can't hold onto. anyway i miss your mouth.
lost child
"6 years old, brunette hair, pink dress." "I'm with the grandmother." "Last seen?"
Later they found her by the moon star wall. It sang her arrival to hold a stranger's hand and, grinning, she skipped to her grandmother's arms. .
second grade
I remember my primary school which was all large hallways and shiny shoes
library which was all popsicle stick projects and a round reading room after hours and finding a book about art. I showed it to Mrs Romano who was fat in a pleasant way and wore round glasses and she said "Picasso?" and i said "yes."
I’m working with my boyfriend (he’s the one with the headband & boots, no beard) to create large-scale puppets out of recycled materials to portray the intrinsic link of children to storytelling and our societal relationship and treatment of children in the play The Pillowman by Martin McDonagh. We’re recent graduates of Point Park’s Conservatory of Performing Arts and we’re producing independent theater! It’s really difficult, but we’re learning so much and it’s incredibly fun. Check out our Kickstarter to support our project: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/35942673/the-pillowman-project
5 Cities in 4 Years And I'm Stuck on the Edge Of This One
he says don't get too comfortable i say it is not in my nature to do so
this is a man who stood on the edge of the mountain to make me laugh and moved across the country three weeks later he invited me in to see his stained glass window but i had work in the morning and anyway his hands felt like the roots that grow out of potatoes that you leave too long in the cabinet knobby and altogether alien, uncomfortable and unyielding. he plays with light and i have nothing to do with it no emotion compared to Popsicle Boy or to the ever-logical Elbows. (i thought i should bring him up because i love him) but he let go on the day that I was concerned with the pottery wheel and it was graceful and unimportant at the time now its all a wash and i miss the clay hidden behind my knees on the days we'd climb up to mountain for ice cream and giggling.
crooked teeth houses push "i love yous" to the front porch of my mouth in an earnest attempt to set the sun down to a slower tempo hoping if i can hold onto this city on the day we almost crashed then i maybe i’ll be able to hold onto him i can’t kick the words past my lips so i try to keep...
The Boy Who Grew Up Here
crooked teeth houses push "i love yous" to the front porch of my mouth in an earnest attempt to set the sun down to a slower tempo hoping if i can hold onto this city on the day we almost crashed then i maybe i'll be able to hold onto him i can't kick the words past my lips so i try to keep holding his hand even though he needs to shift gears he tells me that he likes it when i kiss him on the mouth i like it when he's cursing under his breath because things are so beautiful i want to see him naked every single day he told me when he shaved his face and even though i already knew about it when i saw it in person i squealed and i couldn't stop kissing his jawline even though we were in public and even though i'm pretty sure i tasted like macaroni
In a Motel in Winooski
Artichokes will always make me think
of you drunk in Vermont on your 22nd birthday.
Giggling and tired from the rocks of the mountains
you spilled both our drinks and wrung your hands
in complete defiance of giving a fuck.
(yes)terday
long fingers crooked with the holding
of the words of dead men and motorcycle handles
called me brave instead of pretty
and my whole heart took
courage by the throat and kissed it madly.
boyfriend
it's the edge of winter and kissing you smells like mustache wax. you drive me to the hardware store to pick up galvanized wire so that i can build miniature shadow people that make you laugh for hours it's hard to find the soft parts of you to rest my head on but it's always the simple parts that i like best
1996
my anemic blood the color of saffron is running out of my back and into the bathwater my sister is screaming quarter past a freckle and she jumps out the metal faucet where the water pours out in gallons is sharper than I thought it was.
It's Been A While
It was cold and I was tired so I fell asleep with the taste of Sunday still in my mouth
Instruction Manual
Because I have fallen in love with men like shadows, I have learned what it means to hold onto my light. You do not have to remember the day you recognized your own autonomy on the same day you continue to define your freedom. Take it easy.
This is Gonna Hurt
Letting go of a round shouldered man who wanted to change my signature means touching the slimy parts of my bloodstream ink jar heart. It means peeling back the window shade to smash the glass pane eyeteeth of my youth. And remembering the key to unhinge my jaw tension voice sans stones and lacking sweetness. It means saying goodbye today and releasing my ribcage parakeet hands to catch my own thoughts. I am through with placeholding promises and biting through backwoods in order to forget the pieces of strength that I love so much.
I’m glad you wear a helmet when you ride your motorcycle because your brain is far too pretty to be splattered on wet pavement
I’m glad you take care of the humans in your life because your son is a genius trapped behind his own shaky hands
I’m glad you’re honest with yourself because your teeth...
I am told that my anatomy is the sheer academy of my lack of sensibility and that my sense of autonomy is just my way of rebelling against my own skin. Because I was born in a body that is just a little too small to contain such an opinion, and so this must be just the remainder of some book I...
