Josie didn’t know me,
but I think that she was lonely
in her ignorance.
Tag: writing
Trap
In memory, it is nobody’s fault.
The authority puts the wood burning stove out. The ashes
stir back to life.
Soft
I’ll forgive if you’ll forgive,
and I will love if you will love,
and I’ll have grace if you’ll have grace,
and I’ll be soft if—
Prof
He asked me to write him a poem.
He asked me to
reach out for rhyme and for rhythm. He asked me
to think, feel, and breathe, to be human. He said to
grab meter and put it in
structure and thrust it near
thought bubbles. He said to go
dabble with words and ideas and irony,
the girl in the dream
Pride in the girl in the dream who walked away,
screamed, It’s not worth it.
She screamed,
It’s never worth it.
I don’t know how she’d get away, if
she were trapped on every side,
Lowly
If it is my lot in life to be a worm of the earth,
then when they chip away
each piece of me,
Man-eater
Attention, attraction,
affection, attachment,
with trust in you too large to trust
myself so little,
Honest Cover Letter (American Sonnet)
Well, I am good for many things. At times,
when I’m bumped into I relax up to
the edges of my bubble, so the next
time that soul needs some human touch to ground
on again off again first
isn’t there something comforting
about everything you ever wanted,
unsure if the high was betrayed or best conveyed
by the crash—
Shrapnel
When you say you did a thing,
and you’re scared you did the wrong thing,
or did the right one wrong,
Alphabet Ravine 