residual.

October 4, 2014 § Leave a comment

i try to watch quietly
as you furiously scrub at your skin.
desperately scratching at my stains,
these tattoos you had
never consented to.
i am sorry, my love.
i should have asked
before i
loved a forever into your skin.

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first & last.

September 27, 2014 § Leave a comment

i regret all the times
I tried to change my name
just so it could fit into your mouth.

untitled.

September 27, 2014 § 1 Comment

you complain:
“why does everyone only see
our painful pieces?

what about our beautiful ones
what about that time we laughed together
into midnight until the sky
turned into pastels and gentle breeze
what about that time we touched each other until
all of the water in our bodies
were at our feet
and we were too in love to stop kissing
for even a moment?”
& i reply:
“because even those, too,
my love
are dipped in my blood.”

dear moon.

August 30, 2014 § 2 Comments

why are my favorite people to touch
always
made of razor blades
& why
are the promises I make to myself
my favorite ones to break?

miscommunication.

July 21, 2014 § 1 Comment

you can’t hear me because i’m talking about
bathroom rugs and light fixtures.
i’m asking you if we’re out of eggs
and you are still wondering if that one time
you held a different kind of desire
is the last you’ll know of it.
you can’t hear me because i am deciding between
blue and green
so we can paint our walls
and you are still trying to figure out if you still
want the keys to the door.

love as consolation.

June 30, 2014 § Leave a comment

today
i saw the newspapers front page &
i nearly fell out of love with the world
then i remembered
she gave me you.

June 9 waltz.

June 27, 2014 § 5 Comments

Please
Do not touch me with your hands
And dissolve my resolve
With your “but if i”‘s and
“I could”s
Because I’ve never seen a tiger change his stripes
And yours are as permanent as the letters on your fingers
that stain me each time they touch me
and so now my skin, too,
is riddled with your ink

let me stand here with my pride
i’d decided i’d rather let
distance grow between us
& time turn us into memories
so please
do not touch with me your hands
and dissolve my resolve
my feet are only firmly planted on the phantoms of the promises
i am furiously whispering to myself as you step closer

i am curious to see how you are wearing your sorry this time
so i look up
& tonight you are dripping with contrition
your apologies are a puddle at your feet
weakening my knees with the regret you have all over you
and here are your eyes
trying to negotiate a future
and i remember you
and all the shapes we make
so that when you reach towards me, i
step back because
please
do not touch me with your hands
and dissolve my resolve
because what is an apology the second time?
a lie.

but tonight you make my name sound like a prayer
and the reverence catches me off guard
the never catches in my throat
the air so heavy with mistakes and apprehension
but
please do not…;
please touch me.