( prose )

( summertime )

How will wee see it all? We want everything, nothing. We want simplicity. We want orange walls and large windows. We want to see the world, together. We want to be scholars. We want each other. We want a neighborhood of our own. We want to travel by plane and train to places we've never been before. We want to return. We want to abandon. We want ( Read more... )

There is nothing heavy here. I only feel lightness. It feels like nothingness, but unlike the nothingness I'd grown used to feeling. I find that I can laugh more, hear more, see more when I am this light. It is wondrous. I thought this would never come to me. I waited and searched, tirelessly. I wandered, looking. I doubted it. But here it is now, ( Read more... )

kiss me with your mouth open
i want to feel your insides

I have grown. I no longer care that you are not here to see it. I see it, I feel it. That is enough.

I don't want there to be a day where I don't see your gap-toothed smile.

we took a bath, the water was warm, the walls were white.

My teeth are turning crooked

lying in bed reading wearing only underwear, two bowls of cereal for dinner, dead lizard guts almost in between my toes, tigress the cat needing a bath, gray fingernails, wet hair soaking the pillows, blankets knit by grandmother's tired hands, families, where is my home?, letting hair and toenails grow long, dirty laundry everywhere, the mattress ( Read more... )