My series of poems about my exes is complete. I lived my Taylor Swift dream for a week or so. The entire front page is…
We met at work and threw offyears of friendship for whatwe thought could be.
You probably cheated on me,too cowardly to end thingsyou said, “I don’t want to be your boyfriend, but I stillwant to date you,” late…
You lied about your age,but not like most — you said no one believedyou, so you fibbed to avoidthe conversation. Younger when…
You invited me to meetyour parents in Mexico.
I haven’t done much on Medium since October, but I did manage to get married in January of this year as well as teaching through a…
I totaled my car onour second date,but you picked meup and drove me to renfest. A love of yours expressedover chips &…
We both felt something. We called it love. In some ways it was, but yours came with a question that never went away.
I did not know the terrain, but I did know the shapes of our bodies: