this year: a heavy fullness; heavy and full of contradiction ( Read more... )

i know it's not spring. and that i don't look like that anymore. my hair is shorter and i haven't worn eyeliner all year. my body is different and i probably threw out that shirt after i wore it too much. and that window. i haven't stared out from that window in over two years, though, i sometimes still ride my bike by it and look up. sometimes, at ( Read more... )

DO NOT SELF-SABOTAGE!

i know we can't be together now.
i just want to know that you'll look for me in the apocalyptic moment.

since im waiting til tomorrow for her to call me before she leaves to portland, tonight i end up going out after work. my friend works at a bar with pink lighting and white walls and she gives me free chilled shots of tequila and velvet chocolate cupcakes. feelin pretty good when i reach the next destination- ladies night at the bar on castro. see ( Read more... )

i made a wish on some blue gypsy dust at a cafe on 24th and mission. my wish (which it is safe to disclose) was "to not be afraid to do the things i really want to do." its been pretty real, so far; pretty rad, if you ask me.

what frightens me about san francisco is that no one knows the mai of 2004. no one knows about the integra and the silly sticker of my name that my dad put on my car "as a surprise." no one knows that before these tall, white walls, i had hot pink ones that had black eye liner smears around the mirror that hung at the front of the room. no one ( Read more... )

you were a boa constrictor when i came to revisit you. you were shiny and new. i realized that i dont shed, like you do. you slithered around with a flickering tongue and it tickled my neck but made me nervous. i didnt know if you were planning to make me your prey, or play. you did neither. but you swung form the branches of your new home, ( Read more... )

to me, it is nice to know that after 3+ years, my friend is still a friend i can buy a $5 dollar bottle of wine with. its nice to know that on the way to wherever were going, we can still take our time because were not rushing to somewhere we would rather be. it is nice to know that we both can enjoy the nomadic freedom of sidewalks and unplanned ( Read more... )

youre just so easy to write about. i think about you and the pen starts to move, like when david copperfield made the napkin dance.