or when I'm the only girl in the room.

well wouldn't you think so ( Read more... )

I will open the drawer to look for your letters to look for the writing to look for your name. Sometimes the bell curve, the crook in a road, dot, wild eyes in circle shapes in fine points. I stand in my kitchen barefoot washing pots and drying them. Sometimes trying to cook sometimes trying to fill empty stomachs. I want to learn to make breakfast ( Read more... )

Why I love my family:

Dad: I was in the shower this morning thinking about that time you got arrested...
Dan: Which one?

You wouldn't think about the draft from window ( Read more... )

"I felt a melting in me. No more my splintered heart and maddened hand were turned against the wolfish world. This soothing savage had redeemed it. There he sat, his very indifference speaking a nature in which there lurked no civilized hypocrisies and bland deceits. Wild he was; a very sight of sights to see; yet I began to feel myself ( Read more... )

Pursed, they were ( Read more... )

I remember, like your smooth back,
the white wash of wall.

Or the tines of your hands,
four lost in threads of hair, pulled.

The breath gets held in the chest.
Up and sweet against you.

don't leave the light on, baby.

I used to be so stupid.
I'm probably still the same exact way.