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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
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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
on the monsters
I am suspended in time and space. I’m going through the motions of a life that is over, a chapter I have finished. I try to go grocery shopping and end up leaving… Continue reading
The Good Spell
He tells me I should listen when someone shows me who they really are. I’ve always had this terrible habit of weaving my own narratives onto someone else’s canvas. My sky is blue,… Continue reading
on the seams
I am startled by how quickly we can become strangers. We tether ourselves together, these invisible strings strung from my lungs to yours. Even when apart we are in orbit. There is something… Continue reading
the parts
I’ve got all these spaces around the parts that still hurt. They are stitched together with metallic thread. I don’t think about them all too often but sometimes when I am lying… Continue reading