We don't dance anymore not to country music and dim lights twirling around the coffee table knocking over the lamp and laughing with heart till your mama says I have to go home.
You are my city, a landscape of metal and glass with a backdrop of stars and Hennessy. When I'm on the train coming home to a blue apartment with too many pillows on the bed I feel the vibrations from the window up my arm tingling the hairs mile for mile across my skin's stretch.… Continue reading Poetry; Zipcode Love Poem
When darkness slips around my town I feel whispers on my toes. I bite down on my comforter to keep from calling out for help. My throat chokes on the rayon; I know you're with her.
We buried the sun 6 feet deep under daisies & clovers. The stars came down dressed in black lace & veils. They wept into their wine glasses as the sun was laid to rest; may he find peace now.
She is made of dark chocolate and whiskey. Her wise lips spill words like stars and shades of blue across the black sky. Daisies perk up, the sun brightens, cats purrrr when she is near. She makes the world move with inspiration. She is a goddess; she is magnificently you.
I am a taker, a world eater. I will steal the warmth from your bed, drink all your wine, and leave crumbs on the marble floor. You let me in, casually without concern; I'm the house guest that never leaves. Three days pass and like old fish you want to throw me out, but the… Continue reading Poem: The Dark Visit
The bell above the door rings when someone’s granny walks in. Her pearl-white hair is pulled back into a bun with a floral bandana keeping it together. Her thin frame hides underneath an oversized fur coat that’s older than most states. I can smell the cold oatmeal and nursing home musk even before she approaches… Continue reading Something for Ellie