i weep for things that haven't even happened yet. and i have thought of everything, a thousand times over. and a thousand times more will they turn before the sun rises morrow. 

i need to choose my words more carefully. stop saying stupid shit. 

there are those that want you. that call you in the middle of the night or ask to see you in the morning. those with whom you sit in silence, simply for the presence. those with whom words shatter against each other at the sheer velocity with which they stumble out of mouths. stay with those that want, need you. let the others fall like stalks ( Read more... )

though i don't want this cigarette i take it and this strain in my finger is imagined, though i continually press it against my other fingers. there is a tick in my body. this is a blurring of lines between want and need. a line i don't want to cross and never wanted to. always wanting to remain a creature of choice, aloof. but becky is right, we ( Read more... )

 get on the phone with a father you've been avoiding for days, one that you didn't tell you were in town. talking and laughs and something about an employee who died last week. piece of equipment fell on his head, broke his neck, left a twenty-one year old son sun-less. you hear these stories all the time but it still makes everything seem so small ( Read more... )

 we let snow fall, magnolian leaves descending, shaking in their descent. i release breaths and as soon as i see the smoke falling upon my lap, i rescind invitation and take them back into me, hoarding them in my lungs. imagine a night sky swirling and its children exploding brilliantly. trees weeping, laughing and shaking. water turned to snakes, ( Read more... )

 there is one thing i want. i can't admit it to you. i can barely admit it to myself. the moment in which i had the strength to admit it has passed and is passing. now it is coursing through my body but soon it will arrive at my mouth again until it reaches the tip of my tongue, wanting and needing to be released. but i have stubborn lips, they won ( Read more... )

i always knew that people changed. i believed that people could undergo great physical and mental transformations. but i knew it in the way our skin sheds. a thousand tiny pieces falling off invisibly. something you know is happening but don't sense. not with your eyes or your fingers. but now i know it can be like an ambush in the night, covering ( Read more... )

closed eyes, cheeks flushed, corner of lips pulling towards the sky. a sigh of contentment.

 the wind is forceful today. it acts of its own accord. it has a plan and a goal and its plan is to bring the rain and thunder south to us. but the water hasn't fallen yet ( Read more... )