Monday, January 15, 2018


on everyone that broke a promise

i have every memory of us 
“what the fuck were you thinking”
“what the fuck was i thinking”
see how fair i can fucking be

but you see me and can’t look
and you act like you’re hurt
but did you really forget
belonging to someone else and saying you loved me
and how i did the same thing?
we really were so perfectly similar 
laying on your living room floor
like two lovers in a sundance film 
listening to heavy music 
creating fire with eyes 
then your phone rang and you answered 
and her voice was the smoke alarms 
and we poured water and it was out 
and then it was just alt-j playing 
that was the rhythm 
you loved until it was your turn
but when you fight fire with fire

we’re both gonna get burned 

Thursday, December 21, 2017


I feel myself slipping on the edge
Like the watering can before it pours over 
Gravity, movement 
Drawing me back in 
Before I spill
My heart 
Sprinkling the roots
With love-splash 
Allowing growth 
But enough dependence
On me 

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

past put into words

i can see you
keep me in your side view
just enough to know
we’re still there
falling in love
with memory
until it isn’t there
pressing play-back
or rewind
fast-forward through
videotape images
but everything is blueray now
you asked me to remember
at the same time you asked
to go
pressing pause at the moments
that made me want to hit
replay, recite
every line,
from heart
until you decided
that you were done

Thursday, August 10, 2017

girl, 22, hates smoking, keeps buying packs

Despite the warning label in capital, 'YELLING' letters, hipster wannabe and sometimes vegetarian for health reasons, Girl, 22, continues to buy packs of cigarettes.
"I usually get organic cigarettes on payday, but when I'm running low on cash and still have to buy cigs, I'll stoop to L&M or Marlboro."
When asked why she started smoking, Girl said it was because the cool kids were doing it.
Whenever she was at a party or concert she paid for, she would sometimes interrupt conversation with others to go outside and suck down a cancer stick.
"Sometimes I'd be having a perfectly great time with a group of friends, but if I saw anyone rushing outside to get their fix, I'd twitch a little bit and end up going with them, for the sake of going."
After smoking, Girl would simply resume wherever she left off, leaving a trail of stale odor and disregarding the fact that everyone else had moved on and did not want to rehash the events to a girl who couldn't find a lighter.
Girl knows that she contradicts herself when she talks about her health, but "it just isn't a biggie right now."
"I know that one day I'll stop, even if the more I smoke, the harder it will be. This is just a time in my life where it's convenient to smoke, so yeah, I'll do it."
Every time she lights up, Girl admits that there is a semblance of fear for her life, a flicker in the flame, but she quickly ignores it because "it's whatever."

Monday, July 31, 2017

paper ash

In the rush to tear me open,
you get a papercut--and your blood
stains me. 
Page after page of useless information 
I am pouring into paper
folding in half
in your hands. 
To be held, once more
Crumbled again
You'll read right through me,
not stopping until you're finished. 
Through with me, you threw me
Lit a match, lit a joint 
and now I'm smoking,
you're smoking 
Paper ash everywhere
I've settled
falling into your creases,
the laugh lines, the collarbone shelf. 
The many different times you look 
back and it was almost. 
I'm that dust lingering 

in all your closed spaces. 

Friday, July 28, 2017


spritz on old perfume
notes of the past
written on your wrist,
your neck, lingering
on your skin
briefly, so intrusive
you can feel the memory
the echo of the door he shut
when you chose to walk away
it fades
it stays
engrained on your skin
in the old perfume

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

summer !!

every thing goes by in a haze

summer is no longer endless
days separated so sharply

by school hallways and single file shuffle to the library
books we held to peek over at one another

summer is no longer
soak up the fluorescent sunlight

sluggish walk recycled air
sand replaced with linoleum
beach towels with paper towels

sun sick, heat sick, sea sick
seat sick, lethargic, your beach pics
make me vomit

summers, gone
the seasons of your life have changed