• iii. blue moon, superimposed

    Standing in the kitchen
    With nowhere else to go
    A sadness holds us here,
    An anchor we never released
    Me, with my head for fuel,
    And sometimes a question:
    Do you remember what it was like?
    We trip over the step and we fall in
    Just like that, so easily duped
    We’re arguing again
    About the right time,
    About what can last,
    Where the ache starts
    The chest? The soul?
    While that blue moon hangs
    Like a traitor in the clouds
    You eventually say, Of course I remember
    And the mass of longing
    Reveals itself, a shape
    That can only be felt

  • ii. listening to my old life on a broken cassette player

    I revisit our dream,
    The space we built, the murky color
    Of our eyes swirled together
    Blotting out the light from the hall.
    Exalted in the ease of a word,
    A mouth in the sky
    Floating and maybe drowning,
    Gasping for air, for some room
    In the suffocation of needing someone,
    We were looking at each other
    From the inside
    At times, I thought you
    Were really dying,
    As you kissed my face
    And licked my wounds.
    It was a bright summer
    Unforgiving in its burn
    But it wasn’t a myth
    While we were living it, shivering in it
    Did you know it would be like this now?
    Could I have known?
    I don’t think there’s much of a difference
    Between hurting, being hurt,
    Being lost. Everything is sort of
    The same, at least sometimes
    It feels that way.

  • i. mostly water

    (a series in four-ish parts)

    It’s funny
    The way you do that,
    How you close your eyes
    And seem to disappear when I look
    Even now, even here
    The most beautiful thing I did
    Was with you
    Throwing my head out of every window
    Screaming for the world
    Softening into a girl
    I couldn’t look away
    For I found you more interesting
    Than the sun for so long
    We see ourselves in the planets
    Stories of drama, explosion, pity
    A striking loneliness
    The suspension of two bodies
    In wilderness
    I don’t want to hurt you, ever
    Not even when sleep comes
    And we twist
    Into storms
    Remembering what we want
    To build a map for blue eyes
    Sometimes green in your light
    I think we’re the same
    My body told me, so it must be true
    Is there another way
    To decipher what I’m made of?