time has eroded you
from my mind(like waves erode a sandy shore)
depositingyou into the delft
waters of the subconscious
where you sinkdeeper every time
i fall in love with him
a little more.
Tag: by me
there is so much within me
things i don’t understand
that overwhelm melike standing in one of those lottery games
where the dollar bills fly all around you
& you have to try & catch themmy emotions
& physical sensations
fly every which way within me
and all i can do is watch them swim around my head
dizzying
nameless& i don’t understand how to name them
i don’t even understand how to feel them
how to hold them
how to make them feel whole &
heard & known so they can
stop haunting methere is so much within me
i don’t know how to feel.
lost in space
& timethe look in your eyes
the static
of your skin
touching mine& like a universe
ever-expanding, this sense ofeternity pulls
at me, magnetic
& dizzying.
thank you for creating me
and destroying me
so i may recreate myself.
this story is being written
over me
fingerprints, bruises
a spill of cells that swim
upwardthrough me
deliveringlife that wasn’t here
to begin
with.
is it
mine?
there’s something to be said
for banging pots and pans
at two on a Tuesday
morning, the
dissonance of existence sounding
like gongs in the kitchenand our roommates
groan and beg
us to go
back to bed because
they can’t hear
our harmonies.
They Will Rust, But I Will Be A Flower
The rhythm of
life is dictated by
ticking clocks.
ticktockticktockticktock
But my life was not breathed
to be conducted in the duple meter
of this mechanical march.
I was made from the
undulating ebb and flow of tides, the swaying
of outstretched tree branches,
the rise and fall of the universe’s chest,
the very same cells that bend
to dance with the wind.My heart cannot beat
in synchronization with wound-up gears.
Winter’s Kiss
There are strawberry fields between your knuckles
that crack and bleed when you close your fist.
But you won’t wear gloves, you won’t wear mittens;
you say you love the winter’s kiss.Even when the rest of the world has hidden
underneath the frosty snow and ice,
you stand outside with your arms wide open
and tilt your head up towards the sky.Though your hands and legs are red and numb
and the snow and sleet begin to fall
you won’t come in until you’re frozen
because then you cannot feel at all.
Even When You’re Here
language fails to express
the most profound darknesses of the heart–
the small cracks between the fertile soil of the
soul where only God goes.
There is no one where I am,
seeing through these eyes or
hearing through these ears, or
feeling the darkness in my stomach.
In all that I am,
I am utterly, darkly, alone.
Sweet one, who taught you that you are not worthy of your own love? Don’t you know that once you’ve realized your worth, you are infinite?