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Animal Ridges1. Nervous Moments
2. Dusk Settling
3. Meandering Landscapes
4. Lover's Alibi
5. Polka Dots
6. Starlight Echoing
7. Hopeless Dreaming
8. Summer Warnings
9. Summer Waters
10. Breaking the Veil
11. Slipping Sunbeams
12. Painting Moonlight
13. Lurking Lioness
14. Pirouetting Shadows
15. Wild-Cat Eyes
16. Plucked Birds
17. Cotton Skies
18. Waking the World
a waistcoat and pocket watch;
my, how time flies...
A weeping willow
stretches in the breeze; rabbit
screams break the silence.
the tardy's swan song,
unintended siren's song;
hark! the rabbit hole!
Cheshire cat preens,
whiskers bloody; on a lake,
swans snuggle sunset.
knaves in a panic,
shuffling in the garden;
A soft lullaby
through thick smoke; caterpillar
on a tall toadstool.
waking up at tea time,
feeling out of sorts.
Post-It NotesI imagine you--
left leg tucked up
hair shoved hastily
behind your ears,
fingers perched on that spot
I used to leave kisses--
blotting these words
with your tears
guilt wrapping you
like a quilt
because you know
you always knew better.
you were sharing something intimate,
that would make the rest
a part of you
you didn't think I knew about.
You were a mystery--
burgundy lip stains
on my clean pillowcases,
a half-empty bottle of champagne
left at room temperature...
but you can't con
In the morning,
the Post-It notes
around the bathroom mirror
will make more sense to you.
"Don't fall in love with me.
You won't like it
when I leave."
stars like they
know what you're saying,
but I think you've forgotten the
stars cannot hear--all your wishes get caught by the moon.
SundreamsSundreams kiss dry skin,
waves crashing--thunder--on the
shore. Gulls' broken
cries, crisp across the wind,
I know the
mortal world can't keep.
Hinging TimeAutumn's diary
dances in the breeze--
pages ripped from barren branches.
My father's father's blood
was the same color, once--
an angry, untamed flame.
My own blood is an oil-spill
chasing the metal of my joints--
each move creaks.
Mermaid ThirstPortrait of the lost:
broken sails hang, curtaining
The sea spray breathes promises you know can't be kept; in your thirst, fantasy thrives. From
ashore, the crash of the waves and the call of the gulls is a melancholic lullaby. The
night slips, black-out curtain thick, across the horizon and you shiver, just once. For
ghosts, memory-trapped and water-logged, the dark abyss is a seashell, a clam
locked tight and waiting to be broken apart. A subtle dystopia
exists here, the sea a starving monster, the sky a ticking time bomb. You'll forget Miami,
despite the family you left there, and dive deep, hoping to find her. Your mermaid.
imaginemy vacant fingers miss
the press of yours
even if it was only
in my mind
that we were
you were mine, there
floating happily through
eyes squeezed shut
because you were
right there with me
but now you're not.
are pressing into
the dips of her spine
and it's not
you said you wanted to
always make me happy
all you did was
make me cry.
Hearing Half of a Conversation Forgive me for helping you understand
you’re not made of words alone.
—Roque Dalton; Clandestine Poems
I first learned how to build a house of playing cards in an adolescent psychiatric unit in suburban Chicago. A roommate taught me a trick, a mindset really, to have while placing the cards themselves— that a house of cards is always stacked against itself to stand. My trial-and-error attempts led to a lengthy row of playing cards and
AubadeBecause sometimes you realize it's dawn,
and your heart aches for someone.
Your fingers tremble too hard
and your tongue feels swollen in your mouth.
Lips press against the pillow case that used to
carry her scent, used to hold the warm
indent that meant another body was there with you.
The indent is gone, left stale,
like too-old coffee sitting out on the
Hands used itch for something to hold, but something
isn't cutting it anymore.
You need someone, you realize.
It gets lonely on your own.
It's like forgetting how to write, forgetting how
to breathe, like
watching yourself fall apart,
unable to do a damn thing.
Lonely songs bleed out fragmented memories,
ripped raw and broken from your throat as if maybe
thinking about it could bring them back.
As if maybe music could save you,
could give you cold toes pressed against the
backs of your knees at midnight.
Sometimes you realize it's dawn,
and your heart aches for someone.
The drapes are orangeI don't want to write about
the way you used to smile at me or
the easy slope of your body
pressed against mine.
These aren't just words on how you
broke my heart,
I get enough of those
floating through my body on
I don't think I can take
remembering your stupid laugh or
the beauty mark behind
your left knee.
There was a cafe at the airport
last weekend, and it had
your favorite drink and I cried
into the stupid cup
and it didn't make anything better.
I reach for you when I'm yawning,
sunlight streaming through the window because
you had to get those fucking
too-small curtains and,
and now you're not even here
to deal with your stupid drapery,
and I don't want to say that I miss you
but I miss you.
The Broken Things InsidePoor child, you have no idea what's in store.
You spend your childhood feigning adulthood,
Watching your mother smile with her ruby-red lips,
your father reading the paper and drinking his coffee,
thinking it's so wonderful, so fabulous,
you want to be just like them,
but you are unaware of the woman your father has on the side,
how your mother cries every night,
biting at her lips to keep quiet and that they're
not red from the makeup.
You have no idea of the broken spirits that
walk around with empty eyes,
I'm fine, they lie, often enough that it's believed.
'Fine' is now warped,
sitting on the stool of words that mean
please, please save me.
The shiny life of adulthood is an untruth.
Poor child, I have no way of sparing you this pain,
for my heart's already dead.
[ Time kills hearts,
it's inevitable. ]
RegretOnce, you were my everything.
I was blinded by my need.
How could it have ever worked,
When we could never touch?
You were my fantasy,
My dream love.
I still don’t understand why
It had to end the way it did.
Our beautiful love
Splintered into thousands of nightmares.
I know I was the one to break it off,
But I’ll always regret we changed so much.
Why did you drive me away?
Did I mean so little to you?
Or could it be I dreamed you into being?
All I have now are muddled memories,
And more missing pieces…
birdlike bonesit's like you
wrapped your fingers
around my throat
and then had
the nerve to ask me
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