Pink, like the blanket under my pillow. The cream cheese frosting he would twirl on the white-wood table, 1999, baby hands and bad aim....
Showing posts with label Winter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Winter. Show all posts
NYC
I remember you. you were the boy with all the city things on your sleeve: coffeeshop music and piano keys, singing a melody strung toge...
he remembers.
He was a pick-up truck dreamer and she was show tunes. They were both feet-on-the-dashboard people, but she only looked when he stopped...
he called me december
he said it suited me. all the gold streets and snowfalls. standing in a storm without hearing anything. he said beauty never need...
12 days of
1 is for the tree that you're stringing with last year's tragedies and cracked budgets. 2 is for the homemade ornament...
last thing, before you go.
It's 11:08am and it's too soon to miss you. The hours are thinning out, and people are waiting on my washy replies, but I...
calendar noise.
our last few hours are itching at my palms. clocks are funny that way. they like to hurt a little, bite a little. tomorrow wi...
kissing drafts
you were my first kiss. my basement-closet-kiss that put a dangerous hue on 13 years old. I couldn't tell you the color of your eye...
drafts from January.
"He didn't want me but he didn't want me to forget him." pleasefindmehere This is for you and your jeans, the l...
february
February 4, 2012. They won't let me forget. On top of that high, dry hill, too sunny for the season, without a coat. Saturday. ...
In Memory
You don't have to drag blades across your skin or wrap your neck in twine to feel yourself die. If you do that, you're already ...
Bloodshot
Once, I caught a live grenade that painted red all over a winter sidewalk and called it my Pollock masterpiece. I painted it with all the b...
A F R A I D
I'm afraid of vinegar. Sometimes cows. Horses that want to buck me off. I'm scared of sharing a bathroom, of never finish...
for the kids who get everything
For all of you who get things handed to you, You wouldn't know. Because your successes are failures. Your blessings are your bur...
Bricks I Stole
(I am a pile of bricks) One brick for my space heater. Another brick for that fleck of gold in my left eye which is just genetics m...
valentine's day
If Valentine's Day means a flowerless lunch period swarmed by matchy sweaters and soft-haired girls with their slender hands in the cho...
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