On What Is Worth Keeping
On the floor in front of me is a small stack of a books, a collection of crystals, a note my mother once wrote me and a pair of velvet shoes. These are… Continue reading
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What Kind Of Woman
I remember wondering about who I would be in Idaho before I came to Idaho. I was in this holding place in California for a summer. I knew I was leaving and I… Continue reading
I Wake Up
I wake up sad about something that never happened. Even my dreams feel far away lately. I try to talk about them like I always do when I wake up but the details… Continue reading
On Swimming
It seems like lately everyone I am around nearly lives inside of the ocean. And it’s something I’d missed, but didn’t know so, while land locked in Idaho. There are few things more… Continue reading
from here
I’m in your kitchen and we are ten years older than we were before and yet entirely the same women. Months ago when I was in the place, when I couldn’t see straight,… Continue reading
On The Rooms To Be Made
I am relieved no one told me when I was young, how shaken and shaped I would be by the people I chose to love in this life time. Writing that sentence I… Continue reading
this not that
I do not write about things while they are close to me. It feels volatile and wrong and like an invasion into what we are doing. More than that I just can’t see… Continue reading
back here
It is insane to me how a place can so wholly rule you from the inside. Sometimes I feel like I am underwater here. Sometimes I feel like there is no water for… Continue reading
I’d Go Anywhere
I try not to think about what it might be like to have a body and be in front of you. I try to not think about it the way I try not… Continue reading
These Terms
This time, like most times, we play by your rules. Or I should say, we don’t play at all. Still yours. People keep on saying they can see it on me, tell… Continue reading
36 questions
While I am lying in my bed and you are lying in your bed there is an entire world between us. And in the span of a single conversation people die and cosmos… Continue reading
On Our Relative Distance
In the morning I wake up with the idea of you taking off my clothes, and it isn’t April at all but more like September. And the bed we are in, it isn’t… Continue reading
It’s Good
I’ve stopped expecting everything and anything. And the sound of a car door is just a car door. It’s getting nice again and it feels right for me to be alone. For years… Continue reading
Bang Bang
Sometimes I wake up like someone has lit some hell fire inside of me and I feel like I could rule the world. It’s insane to me that days like today can follow… Continue reading
It Finds Me
Sometimes it’s the space when I wake up. Or it’s the long walk home. Or it enters through the front door in the middle of the afternoon on the first warm day we… Continue reading