Black trudges down the stairs of his parent's house looking gray and sickly, always tired. I wait for him to join me on the couch, unsure why I've been invited to this crowded family affair, perhaps by his mom who thinks I look like Mia Farrow. "is he ok?" I ask. "Not himself the months he gives blood," they say. "I put my blood in the brown box, ( Read more... )

Same moon, MISSING YOU, I retract my frustrations and salute your simplicity. Soften my annoyances. I relinquish control of your fantasy football league, release myself from my jealousies about the attention you give to your news articles. You probably know who Tom DeLay is, and that’s ok. Even Erica, even Emily, I have stood off with my envy and ( Read more... )

this sweet little interface, my high school companion. sucked away from me by the book of faces. and now i've come back to encapsulate another decade of emotions, to write about (what else?) my relationship. an entire universe in which i lived for two years and was never once compelled to write about. maybe because I was happy? maybe because it all ( Read more... )

Poem for Pawlowski

saint valentine was
not really romantic just
some dude girls drooled on

because he defied 
Claudius the Cruel damned king
who banned all lovers

if he lived today
I bet he'd weave his bike in and out of traffic
without braking

call you “girl face” and 
make you feel real good under the 
covers or drink

all your beer and smoke all 
your ( Read more... )

before i send it out with a bang (quite literally the best one I've ever had) I need to write down some memories so I'll always have them. (and because I would do anything to drain this moody sort of heartbreaking feeling that trading Charleston for Asheville always creates ( Read more... )

 I'm starting this knowing it will take roughly four hours to finish it, and I had planned to go to bed early so I can get up at the kind of hour most of the humans I know get up before ( Read more... )

i had an obnoxious type of mile long "emotional to-do list." will I stay or will I go ( Read more... )

another passive roll towards the wall ( Read more... )

this little spring tease has been waking up my lungs for 3 days straight and in the morning he makes my nipples stand up straight and it's a strange mix of emotion-- morningtime.  like a weak levy holding back a flood and I will myself not to cry when the kisses on my neck get quicker because that's the signal that indicates he is getting up soon. ( Read more... )

nothing is wrong, but little is right ( Read more... )