Hansel's Universe
I don’t want to look up at the sky anymore
for it terrifies me
the stars have never been more than crumbs of the universe
laymen wish upon
and suddenly I find myself
tracing your eyes
nose
and the bottom of your chin
along constellations complex
crumbs that leave a path
tiny pieces of you
that lead me home
Tuesday 11th February 2020 5:16 am
Why I Can't Tell You I Love You
you cannot shut the whole world off as
and when you please.
i was fifteen
my mother, forty-five, fighting
an incessant war with my headphones.
fewer words,
our days were outlined more with
slammed doors and dour glares,
conversations prisoned behind the fear
of exposing the soft-
ness in the way our hearts beat
or pumped blood
or ruptured
to spill over that much love. our hands
...
Tuesday 11th February 2020 4:53 am
everything that breaks
drowns me
just enough to make me want to write about it
keeps me up for hours past midnight
hours beyond the flickering street lamps would like to stay lit
how long will you guide the stray
i like words
i like the way they fall on paper
it’s usually tears and aches near the chest
that build a home for my words gone lost
wandering, unclaimed...
Tuesday 7th January 2020 7:20 am
magnets
i was cotton yesterday
today,
steel
see, i thought you were my magnet
you’re
gravity
Sunday 5th January 2020 6:30 am
29D: Window, not Aisle
it’s 6:21 and when I look out my window from the corner of 29D,
there’s a subtle hue of blood orange outlining what looks like the perimeter of
a space
of sky
and a breeze of clouds, lighter than feathers, so thin, as if it forgot to carry the mist it was designed to pour tonight
but that’s okay, because it found itself a new purpose:
your shrewd orange spirit is now perf...
Sunday 5th January 2020 6:22 am
only poetry
only poetry
can explain my
coarsened hands made so unsteady
muffled heart beat - louder, heavy
trusting eyes fallen too quickly
flaring skin
an impish grin
only poetry
and you
Thursday 26th December 2019 3:04 am
New York City
a whiff of caffeine and cologne on your left collar, two cups of decaf
and half a hug along the plane of our shoulders
and we took off
with stolen glances at my pendant as red and radiant as the waking sun
and the mole on the bottom right corner of my cheek, scaled to the size of a period that never surfaced in our conversations
our wings welcomed the wind li...
Wednesday 25th December 2019 4:00 am
Write for me?
will you write for me?
If I say your words can save me
if I say your art can heal me
will you try?
Will you draw for me?
If I pull my arm apart for you
trim my fingernails, hand a brush to you
should I try?
Where’s your masterpiece?
Empty canvas, left my chest open to you
plunged a needle inside, drained my blood for you
is it dry?
Where’s the lif...
Tuesday 24th December 2019 7:35 am
pink strawberry milk
he says he can feel his heart getting covered with pink strawberry milk
he’s never had strawberry milk before
but he knows i like sucking on the fruit like a child does,
a popsicle
he says he’s falling
and cannot tell if this falling feels like that from a cliff into the oceans
or down a hole in the ground spiraling into nowhere and
everywhere
he hurts when t...
Tuesday 24th December 2019 7:33 am
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