“Do just what you like, and use an accent and broken English if they call you on it.”
“Do you think we could say that we thought it only meant not to sit right where the sign is?”
I Am Placing Too Much On Your Shoulders
I put on my boots and I went looking for
God or myself or a reason
And I found you instead.
2012.
Irony and the Inconsistent
Fear of being here meeting
Bone meeting muscle meeting flesh pounding the ground
Round corners, down streets,
Refusing to still,
Gasping out
I just need someone
Who won’t run away.
2012.
we were the only ones who just teased the water that day
the only ones whose skirts stayed on long enough to cast shadows
but then, a dull spot in a too bright world is actually kind of nice.
2011
There will be no forgetting you, will there.
“You say that like a statement.”
No.
I said it like the truth.
2011.
the ocean is not the sky
not matter how, like a little sister she does up her hair
and eyes, trying to be.
she is not forever
2011
The Smiths-This Charming Man
Tell me about it, Morrissey.
Someone had died the night before and all there was in my heart was wear white, wear white,
you met her once if she really was at that party but you don’t remember her face what if she could have recalled yours, wear white
wear white
I do not know what came first
A love of freckles or the stars
Did at some young age I fancy freckles constellations
Tracing their patterns and myths in my skin
Or was I younger still and looking at the night but not
Black sky imagine a face that in some ironic twist of fate look like it spent time again and again in the sun
2011
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