Black goes with everything except pastels,
but I don’t want a classy sky.
I want pink, yellow, robin’s-egg starlight,
to match how soft it feels—
Tag: friendship
Glassy-Eyed
You say, Can we go home? And I want to laugh, Honey,
we are home—this love, this respite, refuge, relationship.
This normal of safety, this routine—the place
Surf
Tilt your chin up to smile down the sky at me.
I want your excited confidence to lift me up
when I know my love is what it’s in.
sketch phase
you are everything i’ve never known
and i’ve never been
one for asking questions
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
Fathoms
I don’t know that we are quite so mundane as the diamonds,
rare,
nor like the snowflakes:
Unique,
or merely multifaceted?
The light inside our souls’ zones
goes down in shades,
Charlie
Charlie, ever pleasant as
a glowing fireplace
offered friendship to the world,
with beauty on his face.Read More »
Pots and Pans
The past few days,
walking and sitting fill me with an ache
that insists there’s something quite wrong
with my walking and sitting when they’re not done by your side
in comfortable conversation.
It’s the kind of ache that makes me want to steal your pots, Read More »
Stranger
Carrie
I couldn’t tell what Ma was cooking,
nor growing in her flower garden,
but sweet and spicy scents told me
that it was something good.
Neither do I know where Carrie
comes from with extraordinary
aromas exuding from her I would
bottle if I could.
Alphabet Ravine 