I hope you remember me
in the midnights of yourself,
in the ten half moons that
cupped my face and confessed
your love for me on the
last Sunday of April.
How unpleasant it has been,
to only be seen by you when
the Sun has set and Nyx has
stained your vision with her poison.
Even at our best, it was always
with the help of another woman
that you saw my worth,
however temporarily.
I am beautiful too,
you know,
in the vulnerable streams of
daylight, the muted mixture of
sunshine particles and
exhaled pixie dust.
I am magic—
a witch, a deity, and a minx,
yanking oceans with the
center of my own gravity,
undoing the shackles you have
clasped around my ankles
just because I can.
Reckless Rants and Raw Retellings
Sunday, July 30, 2017
Tuesday, February 28, 2017
Concert
We locked eyes
And mouthed “I
love you”
With the excuse
of a song
Playing in the
arena around us.
You were wearing
jeans and heavy boots;
I remember
because they thudded loudly
On my carpet
later that night
When the right
people made the wrong decisions.
We touched noses
and I held you there,
The gentle
slopes of our faces
Crashing down
with waves of dopamine
That lit the
world with a feigned fire of forged emotion.
The butterfly kisses
were my favorite;
My wings were
too short and yours tickled.
Sometimes we’d
make them fly to each other,
And our lips
would barely brush but that was enough.
“You’re a
strange, strange girl,” you said,
and I breathed
in deep to save every last molecule of you.
It was the only
way you knew how to say “I love you”
When the music
stopped and there was nothing to fill the silence.
Sunday, February 19, 2017
Sunnyside
Her bare breasts
spread flat onto her chest like two forgotten puddles of spilt ink, rising and
falling with the steady tempo of her lazy heart. Gentle orange from the
streetlights below soiled her face with the warmth she did not want to feel. Couldn’t
feel. The accidental boy with the blue eyes and sneaky smile who stayed two
nights too many circled the palm of her hand with an unsuspecting finger. Even
in the sea of sheets against his fiery chest she felt herself shiver. Round and
round he went, tracing the same spiral she tripped down last summer when Frankie
fell off a cliff somewhere in the forests of Washington state, and then again
in the fall when Angela was diagnosed with cancer. Fucking cancer. He nuzzled his stubbled chin into the neck he just met, dribbling
with sweat and perfume, now covered with love bruises and the kinds he will
never be able to see: the bruises that formed the mornings after the screams
clawed their way out of her narrow throat, making their desperate escape into
the black night. He painted pictures with dirty words of empty rooms where they
could be alone, and half-whispered promises of eggs in the morning. She turned
on her side and felt the depleting universe inside of her pool in the socket of
her right shoulder. He weaved his fingers into the spaces between hers and she
let him, her calloused hands unmoving. Little did he know that she did not need
strangers’ beds to be alone, and that it’s been a long time since she’s felt
the sunny side of anything.
Friday, December 23, 2016
i wonder
i wonder, how often do you think of me?
is it every time you breathe and my mouth is not there to inhale a small sliver of your soul?
or is it every time you look up and your gaze is not met with my eyelashes brushing gently against your cheek?
or maybe it is every time your lips curl up into a smile and there is no one there to laugh at your crooked teeth.
or perhaps it is every time you furrow your brow in frustration and i am not there to smoothen your forehead with a kiss.
i wonder, do you even notice that i am no longer there?
or if when you breathe now, your lungs flutter with sighs of relief.
or if when you look up, all you see is clarity where mist once clouded your judgment -- your every thought.
or if when every time you smile, it is of release and of the realization that this is what you've always wanted -- to be alone.
or if when you furrow your brow, it is in genuine confusion as to why it took you so long to get here.
i wonder, how often do you regret the life i so terribly miss?
is it every time you breathe and my mouth is not there to inhale a small sliver of your soul?
or is it every time you look up and your gaze is not met with my eyelashes brushing gently against your cheek?
or maybe it is every time your lips curl up into a smile and there is no one there to laugh at your crooked teeth.
or perhaps it is every time you furrow your brow in frustration and i am not there to smoothen your forehead with a kiss.
i wonder, do you even notice that i am no longer there?
or if when you breathe now, your lungs flutter with sighs of relief.
or if when you look up, all you see is clarity where mist once clouded your judgment -- your every thought.
or if when every time you smile, it is of release and of the realization that this is what you've always wanted -- to be alone.
or if when you furrow your brow, it is in genuine confusion as to why it took you so long to get here.
i wonder, how often do you regret the life i so terribly miss?
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Thursday, November 24, 2016
I might be leaving tonight but want to make sure you're okay first
i stared into your eyes in the dimly lit shadow of my bedroom and saw you for the first time since we've met. our foreheads pressed together and our breaths shaking in the space between us, our hearts thudding unsteadily to the intricate rhythms of nervousness. in those bright oceans i saw a thousand lifetimes with you, countless journeys to be had.
you were dreaming when i woke, whimpers escaping your unconscious throat like a frightened song, your arms reaching for me, pulling me closer, even in the nothingness of you. i thought to myself, this is how i want every morning to begin -- everyday, with you.
"hello," you said, and then you kissed me. everything fell into place, in the early morning light of ours. spells are broken every second, but this i'd like to keep, only if you'll let me.
you were dreaming when i woke, whimpers escaping your unconscious throat like a frightened song, your arms reaching for me, pulling me closer, even in the nothingness of you. i thought to myself, this is how i want every morning to begin -- everyday, with you.
"hello," you said, and then you kissed me. everything fell into place, in the early morning light of ours. spells are broken every second, but this i'd like to keep, only if you'll let me.
Wednesday, July 20, 2016
7/18/16, 4:30pm
You loved me like
the monsoon loved the insignificant suburban town at mid afternoon in the heart
of July. A sudden, steady intensity, a deliberate, blinding love, with
thousands of droplets roaring the same simple promise of Forever. Thick with
the heat of passion, dense with the sanctity of happy ever after. The world
turns white, contained in a violent storm of Now. We are encapsulated in the
fervor of Eternity, never wavering under the pillars of thundercloud strength.
I cannot see
anything but this moment, you and I, our hearts beating in time to the brutal pitter
patter of downpour. Time has stopped as we breathe to the rhythm of the growling
grey skies, and of each other. I am suffocated by the humidity of your words,
yet I grapple to breathe in more. I struggle to remember a life outside of this
propitious, silver whirlwind. I don’t think I want to.
We could have
only been evoked by a rain dance, the final resort of a man desperate for love.
The universe has worked so hard for us to be, yet in an instant, we are gone—you,
are gone. The trees have surrendered their wooden thrones, and the sidewalks
guiltily reek of a damp, forgotten romance. Zeus watches, mouth agape,
bewildered and inexplicably wounded. When the Sun finally reveals itself again,
we dazzle in the specks of flint sparking in the concrete, begging to be
remembered. The storm has passed, and nothing is the same.
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