I have observed you creating drama In order to make things appear interesting But drama does not make things interesting It makes things dramatic I hope you learn that things do not need to be dramatic To be interesting Nor do things need to be interesting at all You have been struggling with difference For … Continue reading Drama: An Artifact
I will never find love again I will never find love again. The first time I met her was in Tara: A big eyed beauty with butterfly clips in her hair. I met her on the playground and saw youth in her eyes. We fell in love on the blacktop Sewing together words with chalk … Continue reading I Will Never Find Love Again
The first time I was reminded of the man I never knew was in the 4th grade At a soccer game On a Saturday I saw a butterfly. I quit indoor soccer after that Because outdoor sports had more butterflies. Whenever I meet a new dog I feel the man I never knew watching me … Continue reading The Man I Never Knew
I think about the length of the box that you rest in, And the silk that lines it. You hated silky things. I think about how You would have called this coffin “Pissy shit”. I think about your aunt, The gym teacher, And how I knew you Better than she did. I think about death, … Continue reading I Think About You
My great-grandmother used to tell me, That if you caught a falling leaf Before it touched the ground, You could wish on it. She used to say that fall leaves Were God’s way of sending down his wishes. When I was a kid I would spend hours in the yard Trying to catch as many … Continue reading Falling Leaves
You know that feeling after you jump, right before you’re about to land back on your feet? That feeling that you’ve been flying for so long, that earth misses you, that gravity is pulling you back to safety? I’m afraid I’ll lose that someday. I’m afraid that if I get comfortable enough with myself, that … Continue reading Things I Am Afraid Of
Maybe if I told you, that I can’t shower with my eyes open, That every day is a struggle, That I’m scared of the high school bathroom. Maybe then you would understand. Maybe if I explained why I can’t go swimming, You would stop asking. Maybe I just need to tell you I’m sick, Or … Continue reading Everyday Is Monday
