got into my seat, took on the highs and lows
the same way that we all go
“If you’ll make me up, I’ll make you.” — Virginia Woolf
The first time we met was when she discovered me under the bridge she escaped to when the voices in her head were too…
I think of you on days the odor of water makes me dry-heave.
I was always so afraid of everything. Even now, I couldn’t look you in the eye and tell you that nothing could shake me. I still am afraid of everyone. I cower away from the corridors at night; I shrink away from honesty. I strangle all my truths within me.
Our time has grown tall and fine
Thriving weeds in naivete
all my infinite rolls of endless, extravagant poetry imploded into hollow verses when i met you.
The summer seventh, with hopscotch lines scratched into the sidewalks, with sweet lime candies, with screeching swings. You were sunlight and beach…
It’s been three years, and I can’t fall asleep without a little help.
