September 2014
Do you feel it dripping
wet as my lips
-- fresh from sipping this warm tea.February 2015
I started dating someone
that wasn't you.
Nov 2015
The whiskey is wearing off
And he is striking the gavel
again.
I offer a thought.
But it doesnʼt reach him
And my words
And my words
fall into this empty tumbler
Iʼve set spinning.
Dec 2015
I spent a lot of time walking
for the next two months.
---Missing the smell of oranges.
February 2016
It is thick like the big red trees.
It whispers
It whispers
–smoke rings that drift.
July 2016
The last thing I can remember really
is thinking that the door by my bed
made the room seem
bigger than it was.
My voice has gotten very small.
What an odd time to feel nothing.
August 2016
Not today
Not today
Not today
September 2016
I spent a lot of time
with my dog.
Watching movies.
Reading books.
And running around a forest
near my parents house.
December 2016
My life before July
feels like all my fault a dream.
I forgot what it was like
---being here.
February 2017
It is sharp as the Liberty Crown.
Shifting like the fickle clouds.
May 2017
But I am glad now
that we didn't try to build us
In that field of hurt.
(It still scares me to think that I might have lost you in it.)
June 2017
I remember standing there
watching the snow begin to fall from his mouth again.
It's funny how tired the cold can make you.
August 2017
Your music
-- a warm breath.
September 2017
rolled by him,
the space between us an empty town.
It's funny how tired loneliness can make you.
November 2017
There was whiskey
and there was
you
brushing a strand of hair
from my face.
I remember our knees were touching.
Dec 2017
It clings like mussels on a ship.
always dripping away
under ground.
January 2018
I went to The Falconer
a lot the next month
or so.
But that ended too.
February 2018
You shared
some of your stories.
(How have you always known how to love me?)
March 13 2018
I was so surprised to see you
I hugged you
twice.
(And felt the room get colder when you left.)
March 20 2018
And after all this time
a kiss.
April 3 2018
My life
is crinkle cut fries
Silver music
and you
In a Golden-Hour frame.
(Thank you)
May 30 2018
I see your lashes
and wonder if I will ever
feel them on my face again.
(You were leaving in a few hours.)
June 17 2018
Butterfly Kisses.
