If

if i can forget
my best friend’s birthday,
my ex’s phone number,
a drunken night,
then maybe I
will forget
you, too.

I Can Feel The Distance

The way the wind’s blowing, we are
between autumn and winter, you see.
We are
falling apart from each other,
we are
decaying debris
that will soon be buried and
forgotten underneath white.

I Think I Love Him

I’m okay
except for
the fact that when you ask me if I am,
instead of thinking about him,
I cannot stop thinking
of how your eyes are the color of
burnt caramel.

Two In One

I knew the lonely parts of your heart.
They were my campgrounds
when my walls began to burn and
the ash and smoke threatened
to suffocate me beneath my
crumbling ribcage.

When it was winter in my heart,
and my veins became
frozen red rivers,
you always had a fire going
in yours.
I would huddle inside the
crevices between
your atriums and swim in your
bloodstream until I, too, was red
underneath your skin.

We Look For Answers

in the palms of our hands,
on narrow roads that
twist and intersect.

in wishing well eyes,
uprooting the fibrous tunic in
our frantic pursuit.

in echoing cathedrals
where we lay our souls upon
wilting flower beds.

in brilliant garbage dumps,
piled high, distorted into
siren’s songs.

in the mountains and grasslands and
the coursing veins that run through
the dirt we were and will be.

in the folded up papers
whose true triviality is unknown
until we are weaved
back into the earth.

in the booming echoes of
our voices as we stand on
elevated hills and yell into the valleys
below.

where they cannot be found,
for they reside far beyond
existence.

The words taste better when they’re written in blood.