ours is a story of men - growing into, being fucked by, aborting via state lines ( Read more... )

lately i'm craving that falling feeling.

the way sweat on old train rides home hit the back of your throat like 2x4s, a gasp caught between a track and a missed place. how small and forceful bodies curled up like canons to bypass the calendar boxes and bank accounts and wanderlusted missteps flying by in the peripherals.

i’m craving that wind-swished ( Read more... )

being in love in easier, but like all endings, it starts with ( Read more... )

what if I told you (whispering
and sad, a little alone-but-not...
lonely) that's it's all been a love note
(for
yuyuyuyou).

it was wrong from the start, mom's
blankets wrapped in the cavelike sins
of a small and forbidden young lady.
war bombs in the background
and her chubby little face in your peripherals.driving like old ladies ( Read more... )

your songs are like the card games ( Read more... )

if you comeback here, back to my: side ( Read more... )

remember the day that a doorless room
stopped being a metaphor.
the sudden lack of boundaries
has you feeling trapped and oblique.
payback for closing in, closing up,
closing off.

for every closed door, a window opens.
jump, baby, jump.
two to one says you'll fly.

we know this girl, we've read her poems ( Read more... )

a shot of the landscape, crisp and nostalgic.
in the foreground, a calculated and slightly-off-focus butterfly
rustic is in this season, and finally
we're wearing heels that fit and feel kind of appropriate.

frankly, the parading of white or beige or drapes of lace
feels more like mommy dearest than any dress-up bin from grade school
frankly the thought ( Read more... )

everyone's so busy asking, "new york, do you miss me ( Read more... )