I could swallow this city whole, brambles and weeds and prickly pears and tarantulas and hawks and wild mushrooms and plums and apples and rosehips and all. And I miss you. I could wash it down with the cool water cascading over graffitied rocks melted from mountain run offs that erodes these cliffs we’d walk… Continue reading Charmolypi
Your laugh has the cadence of forgiveness, so we pick up its rhythm where we left off with banter and mirth and the kind of idiosyncrasies that clapped like toy cymbals over and over, a touch point pulse while heat built beneath our feet. In the laughing absolution, one of us steps too far and… Continue reading Music
You sat next to me on loud yellow vinyl. I remember the way it sounded when you moved in closer because I couldn’t hear you. I wore a silk floral shirt, and right now I’m not sure why I ever got rid of it. I got rid of a lot of things I wish I… Continue reading Yellow Marine
May there never come a time I see water without a laugh escaping my lips as my eyes fill with shades of blue blending into green. May I always hold my body with pride for its soft, scarred, tenderness and glorious grace. May I find breaths to laugh at myself when moments of beauty become… Continue reading May
The only time I've dreamed of flying I was laying next to you wrapped in white sheets. Originally written April 12 2018, in a room with sparkling lights.
The first time I cleaned a freshly dead body, I called you. I was submerged in a hot bath hours after my shift ended, Prosecco from the bottle to my lips, and I told you about the eyelids that crept open and disrupted my feeble attempts at sleep. I told you about the color of… Continue reading Simply
She feels like sunlight on frozen skin. She watches a tiny spider crawl up the small blonde shaft of hair on her arm. Her first finger with chipped polish the color of a fresh arterial bleed stretches out to it, eight tiny legs reaching across. She whispers to it softly, holding its little black body… Continue reading Mad Woman