Our eyes are the only stars
Under this blanket of nighttime pitch,
Yet we find each other here again and again.
Our delicate selves touch firmly, surely,
Tracing our merging outlines each night
In my dreams
.
May 3, 2025
Our eyes are the only stars
Under this blanket of nighttime pitch,
Yet we find each other here again and again.
Our delicate selves touch firmly, surely,
Tracing our merging outlines each night
In my dreams
.
May 3, 2025
On and on and on and on and on and on
I listen, praising myself internally
For remembering to keep my mouth shut
How smoother these cogs turn
By the grease of my silence
.
April 27, 2025
I’m sick of poems
I’m sick of feeling like I’m whining
I’m sick of fear
I’m sick of caring
I’m sick to death of me and all my bullshit
Something’s gotta change
So let’s change
February 20, 2025
Let’s log each encounter
With a notch on a bedpost
How long before there’s nothing left of this frame
But shredded wood
Looking like some kind of weird, secretive art installation
No one will understand but us
Someday it will all leave, either
slowly,
a little at a time;
Or all that remains will be gone
in one swoop,
with the last beat of your heart
November 2024 – January 1, 2025
Beast howling
It’s furious tantrum
Reverberates through my skull
It may not be real
But today I made it just real enough
To feel it in my teeth
December 20, 2024
I need to remember
To keep my defenses high
I need to remember
To guard my foolishly soft heart
I need to remember
To enjoy it guardedly when it’s here
I need to remember
How it hurt in the past when it’s gone
I need to remember
It always eventually leaves
November 24, 2024
Today I look at my hands
My tiny, small, woman’s hands
And run fingertips over the
Small callouses beginning to form
The skin beginning to dry
And crack in places
And I feel happy
For everything I can do now
All these things that younger me
Wouldn’t even dream of
November 22, 2024
I listen
I listen
I listen
I offer nothing
I take
I take
I take
I absorb little
I return nothing
I keep the gates closed
And must be satisfied with not drowning myself
November 19, 2024
Wouldn’t it hurt far less
in the grand scheme of everything
if, instead…