Five hours before dawn we hunt for our clothes in the dim blue light of phones
If physical pain were punctuation, it would be a question mark searching for reasons and explanations. Or it would be an interrobang – frenzied alarm and insinuations. If doubt were punctuation, it would be an ellipses. There is more to follow and it may not be what you expected. If fear were punctuation, it would…
as a human I think I’ve gotten both better and worse I have improved and fucked up my flaws have multiplied and dissipated I don’t know anything anymore the…
I didn’t die today. What, that’s my inspiration for writing poetry today? I’m starting to wonder if there’s something wrong with me, but there’s no gaping hole where my optimism should be. Everything is intact. Sometimes the kindest thing I can do for myself is repeat over and over in my head “This is not…
I never collapsed on you. I tried really hard not to, and I always found somewhere else to lean, or to just fall over sideways. I hate that I was the one to make you worry, and I never go on guilt trips so this is new to me, but I made sure to buy…
I hope the roads are straight from here, I hope the next year brings no fear. I hope injustice will be wiped out, so we’ll have nothing to be outraged about. I hope for no blemishes on our landscape, no more capsizing and everything shipshape. I hope everything’s going to be right as rain, and…
Some days I am just so upset and disappointed with humanity. Today is one of those days. I was going to write a poem or something but all I have to offer is questions like, why can’t we just accept each other for all our differences, even if we don’t completely understand them? Why should…
thin clouds streak through the air once white and untouched, now made beautiful by a hidden yellow benefactor who watches from a distance. feeling peachy, the pale blue winter sky blushes and the sun knows it has completed its best work of the day right before it dies.