Hindsight is a broken mirror which is to say, nothing pretty is ever seen in its gleam and I can't help but wonder if you'll regret me too one day because, trust me, darling, I have lived better without you.
None of us clapped after he read AN ENTIRE ACT OF SORROW and I wonder if Rebecca is the bridge he still can’t burn which is to say, if he was there, could he, would she have allowed him to, be her knight in shattered armor? He offered no thanks after finishing, like lost gratitude … Continue reading For Taylor
*I wrote this poem after reading an article about James Baldwin and his struggle with suicidal ideation* If I ask you to martyr me within your pages, blank and crisp, like unvarnished potential, don’t let your memory of me fade away like forgotten, abandoned childhood dreams. Don’t listen to my mournful woes. Write me beautiful … Continue reading Loving a Suicidal Writer
Step 1: Befriend someone and study her like scientists examine microscopic organisms beneath the ocean's surface. Learn her likes, dislikes, if she hates her parents and why. Step 2: After learning that she's a loner looking for simple companionship, start eroding her carefully constructed walls, break down bricks with warm hugs, a soft hand on … Continue reading The Art of Sexual Grooming
"I proposed to him." That feels weird to say, especially out loud, when he, my former, is light years away from me. Well, more like 160 miles, but semantics, right? I told J. that we had been inseparable, except for distance, for almost 5 years, best friends and all until life hit. He had gotten … Continue reading Throwback to That One Time my Therapist Made Me Grieve My Almost-Fiancé
Once in a blue moon, when everything changes, you'll look back on the conversations we had and laugh at inside jokes from a thousand forevers ago. When everything changes, as it must, for that is nature's way, I hope you'll still find joy in reading Shakespeare before bedtime, shrouded by moonlight and with a hot … Continue reading For Friendships that Lasted Too Long
Somewhere, there is someone with tears that attempt to be kept from falling. Maybe a graduation or funeral is the place, or perhaps a bride on her wedding day. Somewhere, some lone stranger will sniff and look away, like a criminal caught in the act of a most heinous crime, As others, who are not … Continue reading On Holding Back Tears