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Clear Blue Mourning
I see you in our living room, lying still on the couch. My voice ringing out through the silence, my guitar vibrating in my shaking hands as I sing about amazing grace, tears rolling down my cheeks.
Leave A Trail, Burnt Heart
But you and I, we wrote ourselves into a romcom script / And in the climax of the film / The scene got clipped.
How To Explain: Saginaw, Michigan
My dad says, Nature Always Wins.
And he only says this when there’s silence
The People We Ate Dinner With
The people we ate dinner with were not always lost. In fact, some of them were the most grounded people I’ve ever met, ones who knew exactly what it was that led them to our table, and leaving, where they were meant to go.
Making you A Metaphor
It would never be the same, and haranguing me about dystopian clichés in the way that used to lead to a deeper shared intimacy fell flat. We no longer spoke the same language, and we realized it in a way that hurt and healed at the same time.
Tadpoles and Pandemic Hope
One day she’ll see her tortoise, and travel the world, and swim with sea creatures, and draw them all, but she doesn’t need me to wish that for her.
The Meeting
Grief always has a recognizable element to it, whether it be heard in a voice or seen in a face, the tragedy having either already happened or about to happen; we are held hostage by it, unable to free ourselves from its implacable bonds, whether for days, months or even untold years.
How To Kill A Man
deprive him of things
that make him long
for his bed's bosom
at the death of day.
Campus Reverie
How do I tell you, without making you fear,
How my past thoughts were drenched in red
And defined by a whistling sound?
Rainbows and Bougainvillea
You learn to sip love that you
poured yourself.
You learn to paint eyes every time
you feel unseen.
Where Have They Gone
I often wonder if birds pass on tales to their young,
and I wonder how they end.
What Are We Going to Do About The Trumpers?
We laughed at them, and while some laughter is deserved, none of it should come from a place of comfort. They are going to fight harder than ever to bring him back and we need to fight harder than ever to keep him down.
The Bitching Hour
My mother asked me what I wanted for Christmas one year. I asked her to please stop calling me fat.
Shoebox Dolls
I was seven when I made
Kelly ask Skipper, “Where’s Daddy?”
to which Skipper sighed and said, “He
lost himself, sweetheart.”
A CHeap Date
The lingerie of a woman my mother would label a ‘whore.’
“Well worn,” she’d say, if it lay on a rack in the consignment shop, and smirk.