It’s not a step back, she says  And she’s right, I think  This wasn’t a step It was a tumble down a slope of sharp stones in the throat And hopes that flared up brightly  Even though I tried so hard  so white knuckle nightmare hard  Not to look ahead  To a different letter  To … Continue reading Eulogy for a gifted kid/Wallowing

Things come clearer  When there is little time left  The clock is spent  It is time now, when time is gone, ended Over, end  Ça suffit, pour maintenant And tumbling down into dark and dead Lines marking progress and the ability to shove Thoughts into places too small to encompass Truth or damages There is … Continue reading Late Semester Blues

You are not as I imagined you  Look See the angry red fingertips Scored by worry  And teeth  That trace so gently the lines of my ribs I kiss you and taste salt Skin  There is a mark on your cheek  Just a dot  A place to guide my lips  You are not as I … Continue reading Ground

I’m glad I didn’t miss this part  When I took a sip of coffee In the quiet world just after dawn  And the air tasted the way it would  If I was writing it  I’m glad I didn’t travel on  When stillness beckoned and no nap Was ever long enough  To pull me through the … Continue reading this part

They told us to make a list  The good things that fill our cup (It’s that sort of class, leave your cynicism at the door please, it’s time to feel again)  I wrote about skies and water Of warm tea and brown eyes  In sunlight  And there in the middle of it all was  A … Continue reading A list of good things/feeling again

 It’s just been-  (I tell you true things with the big light on)  I don’t know, I guess- (Lips pressed close to your temple)  We’ve just been- (Eye to eye, unflinching. How strange it is not to shrink and hide away)  It’s not really- (Fingertips trace over skin, this, this was made for me) It’s … Continue reading True Things

Every perfect daydream has a shatterpoint A moment when all at once it’s Thursday night again and you’re too tired to think. Too tired to Tired And it wasn’t so much what I said It was just Tired, and now Now Now there are tears on your cheeks and I don’t know if I can … Continue reading Shattered

Home is a dream I have in the dark Toes pressed tight to the foot of this narrow bed. Silence spreads and wavers tucked against a close ceiling and walls that lean down to meet me an embrace but I (no thank you, I said) (It's just a hug, don't be so dramatic) Duck away … Continue reading Home is a dream I have (Leaving)

I am listening It's just that the sound has rushed through my head and turned off my brain The crushing, crashing fog (My hands are cold) There are sparks at the edges of my vision, can you see? A wave washes through the space between the shell of my ear and the hollow in the … Continue reading I’m Listening

Shake your head at me, a smile just tugging the edge of your mouth  I don’t remember how we got here but there is a pull  A thread  Lacing through my chest  A sleepwalker following a dream I will get to where I’m going  Tucked against your arm under shadow sky and bright lights  I … Continue reading When we were here