Category: Debris
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i wish that i could tell you about the man i love he has eyes like the sky on a bright Sunday morning his smile is like fireflies and his laughter like fireworks and his hands were made to heal wounds and wreckages i wish that i could tell you about the man i love…
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to come to terms with death you first must bargain, beg for every single memory not to be taken away, see them slip through your fingers like sand -that smell, that look, that noise, the softness of that touch- cling to them like they’re everything you have because they are, because you’re in a raft…
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i knew this would be a disaster –what disaster? you say– from the first moment our eyes met in that long hallway you walked towards me and i know my smile said all you needed i knew this would be a disaster –what disaster? you say– from those long calls where we said nothing where…
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Photo by Dovile Ramoskaite on Unsplash. i left my shoes in Queens ‘cause they didn’t fit into my luggage they had walked roads that didn’t take me anywhere they had gone the long distance for no good reason they had gotten unwanted and unwarranted comments about the way i choose to walk through life i…
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i took my dress off ‘cause it made me think of you of all your failed efforts to look away that sunday evening of how your eyes kept undressing me with every glance stripping away in your mind that dress I only bought so you would take it off i took my nails off ‘cause…
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My favorite dress, not that one, the one that you remember so well ―that one survived for no reason in my overflow bag. A bottle of impossible glowTM that Laura made me buy and that now I don’t know how to live without. A couple of books I took for the trip and never got…
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She has had her heart broken one too many times, but she thinks everyone else has too. She likes making up stories about the people she sees in the subway, walking down the streets, across the park: every one a glimmering heap of broken glass, all shimmer and reflection and piercing edges of beauty and…
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~ looking for ~ now that you’re gone people ask what i’m looking in a man but the fact is i’m not looking anymore i do want someone to hold my naked body in the cold nights under the blankets, the way you stopped doing many years ago but i’m not looking for them i…
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When crossing the street on an intersection that I walk every day: to be run over by that bus that’s rapidly approaching its stop; to die instantly. When making breakfast at home: to put my hand over the hot griddle; to feel the raging burn coursing through my skin, melting it away. When petting my…
