If I was at the end of my rope I would stay a flower between these walls and watch your curly silhouette in sunlit rooms with music blaring It’s the little things that make me think only now would I ever commit As if it’s somehow safe to say it’s only scary if you take it from me See I have this city licked clean with deceit and fictitious affection You just saw the other parts of me From the lines on your kitchen table to sitting naked playing the piano Getting caught up in all the attention It’s dramatic but I don’t buy it

I am afraid of everything I can’t touch, like the ocean. The way it dissipates and pulls you in unsure if it wants to stay or leave or swallow you whole You say you sometimes dream of Tsunamis and I write about tidal waves sucking me in as we sit…

When we met, I told you I was a vagrant drifter that liked to stand on the edge of cliffs and play catch with the wind until it heaves me over the tip and you were the ice and the razor-edged rocks I would land on. I know that you…

Today the doctor didn’t notice the scars on my legs, but she told me that I have a lump on my right breast. I drive myself to the bar after my appointment, it is just like me to run. Six weeks ago I notice something abnormal on my body while I…

It always starts out the same, eyes meet from across the room, green and curious. Green and mystical. Green and coy, and ready to kill. Beginnings are exciting, he is teasing you in the kitchen now because he likes you but you heard he has a girlfriend. …

I am not very good at falling in love I can leap into it like a rocket vaulting into space My feet are meteors that heave themselves from the ground up, but the fire beneath them burns out before they reach the top. There is no other way to say…