Studying pretty poems and writing stories for a degree.
University of Kent.
* Strawberry Laces
* Biting Things
* && Much Much More.
at you like you are the answer
to the question he has
been asking himself all his life.
This is is easier said than done.
He will have a wishing
well of a mouth,
and as much as you want
to believe what he says is true,
you should know that
his lips are hiding lies
between each crinkle
of his smile.
Unfold him, find the truth.
When he tells you he is hollow,
that the pennies you left with him
fell through bottomless pockets,
do not beg.
Do not plead.
Do not reach in for one last kiss.
He will only take more of you.
It is what he does,
his hands are strong for a reason.
Do not kiss a boy
who calls you beautiful.
You do not need him to say it
for it to be true.
I buy all your favorite foods so I will be ready when you come home
because once I did this and you said “This is how I know you love
I go on long walks alone and think about a poem my friend wrote
that goes ”This is how you die by distance.”
I hum the sound of the dial tone under my breath.
I stare at my hands and wonder at their uses. I consider pawning
my thighs. I consider auctioning off my hip bones. I put my breasts in
a box on the top shelf of the closet. I do not need them now.
I think of all the things I have to tell you when I will see you.
I just found out pumpkins are technically fruits
Cary Grant’s first job was in a traveling circus
Most mammals are born able to walk and learn to run within minutes, so we are not crazy for moving so fast.
This morning I wrote your name in the steam on my mirror, even though I knew it would fade within minutes
In my best notebook I wrote “I miss you” ten thousand times.
I wrote “I think I am missing one of my ribs”
I wrote “I envy the way leaves know exactly when to fall from the branches and when to come back in the spring”
I wrote “Everyone else isn’t you. It turns out that’s a huge problem for me.””