the weekend
“i’m scared that telling you all this is going to make you want to pull away.” i can’t look at you. “i might.” suddenly looking at you is the only thing i can do. a cigarette dangles precariously over your knee, nestled in between lackadaisy fingers that shift back and forth as you gaze back at me patiently. the smoke rises as silently as the moment that sits between us. it disappears into the soft orange sky that peers through the tips of your coarse, spiky hair i had just b
Aug 207 min read
Is this what the comedown of molly feels like?
Dad's birthday was this week. His candles sit there, Waiting to be snuffed. But he's been gone since Thursday, I think. I don't even recall. "Make a collage for him," Mom said. The photos sit there, Waiting to be used. But the glue is stuck Between my fingers and lashes, Clumped in the canthi of my eyes. Buttons glow from my view on the bed. My deck sits there, Waiting to be played. But XLR cables have replaced my veins And the waveform stole my heartbeat. Meine Deutschen Fre
Jul 311 min read
Colo(u)r
U were missing, But it didn’t feel like u were missing. In fact, u felt misplaced When I saw u for the first time. But then u were...
Mar 20, 20251 min read
