I’ve got all the things I’m supposed to say-
just buried beneath
Tag: childhood
Fairytale
Home, skipped with every symptom
known to fifth-grade-kind,
sick of every re-run
and trapped outside of storybooks,
what adventure could be better than emptying
the overflowing closet?
Even the sickest faker
would clean if they envisioned
a clubhouse in a 3 by 3 foot space
they provide the ride
When you’re twelve and seek escape from family, they provide the ride,Read More »
Daddy
Sometimes I think the funniest thing about him is that I found him normal-
Getting pulled over, breaking down, breaking back in,
my bloody hand from climbing a fence to get to school and the mysterious sock
that we used to clot, and how that was God.
Rock walls tied to the truck while directing traffic on the interstate
so that ducks could pass- It was SMOOTH AS BUTTER! BOWL OF SUGAR! WHOO-Read More »
the remnant condemned
I want to curl up in the middle of wreckage
and fall
fast
asleep.
I don’t know why.
a decimated
a desolate
a ruin of a town
the ashes of a house
I want the wind to blow the dust
and my hair all over me.
I want to curl up in the middle of wreckage
and fall
fast,
fast asleep.
And I do not know why.
Laps
Sweet girl, eyes shining, endlessly dying
for attention she knows I can give-
what she shows with her lips
that she wants: Soft smile, chestRead More »
I wanted to go.
If you had asked the reason, I’d have said,
“Why, because!” for I did not know, but I was not
wrong. Surely the black sky with the city lights
in the grey towers were there, calling to me.
Where? Why, in Japan! I knew becauseRead More »
jumping
I like to jump.
Jump is the good thing for me.Read More »
Alana’s Song
It was the calm before the storm
that stole my breath
with its icy silence.
In those everlasting seconds,
instead of his raging words’ predictable humming,
the still left you wondering what would be coming.
His face wouldn’t wear its usual anger, but a death-like grief,
as though he knew what monster would soon be unleashed.
‘Don’t hold it in!’ I was dying to cry to him.
‘That makes its bursting that much more violent!’
I did what I could- I anticipated, and how I hated
the calm before the storm.
Before the calm, you could see the storm clouds brewing,
but the churn of the sky- it was so close to soothingRead More »
On Being an Ideas Person
After a month of nearly falling off the bottom of the earth,
Ma placed me in my bed, where I woke imagining
feeling wide-eyed, refreshed, wondrous of where I was-
jumping off the bed, landing in flexible splat as impossible
as the dogs I used to try to draw were ugly.
I didn’t really know how dogs’ heads or human bodies worked,
but I wanted a Lisa Frank retriever and my butt to be in the air,Read More »
Alphabet Ravine 