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“Be careful,” I smirked, as he tried to remember the landmark where we abandoned our sandals. The night folded. It was a storybook on my lap with no need for embellishment. The inflatable pool, the severed tree limbs we used as oars, the still, public lake at moon past midnight and the “No Swimming” sign laughed with us. The scent of adventure in ( Read more... )

i want paint fingers and melted birthday candles ( Read more... )

Harbor me like an open field ( Read more... )

i want to write a poem

and never mention moon, moments, hipbones or oceans.

but then you let me be the small spoon

and it’s already too late.

i was surprised they had never been to coney island. standing in the line for the first row of the world's fastest and tallest roller coasters, they couldn't understand why they had to go to a dilapidated brooklyn amusement park home to one roller coaster only now- the cyclone ( Read more... )

i wonder if she was holding the moon to make the waves strong enough to hold me ( Read more... )

the part of me that doesn't care about being cool is going to call you right now.

are you a ventriloquist?

that is, can you throw your voice far enough for her to hear it when you lay with me?

all it takes is a dimple.