If I had it my wayI’d be sleeping in your bedBut never hold your hand If I had it my wayI wouldBrush your hair to the side and kiss you neckBut never tell you I love you I’m a lucky guyTo take a pretty girl out and fuck her like I love herAnd turn away…

this is the second time we are meeting And she shotguns the cigarette smoke into my mouth Before kissing me in front of all her friends something about being a stranger in the suburbs of Chicago  Feels so romantic right now I make myself a plate of tacos  And another round of drinks she is…

Chicago has a silken moon face sitting in the darkness overtop Wicker park  she is like you but distant She is soft and full of happiness  You see me smiling as we drift to sleep I am content as my teeth dry out  In a timeline behind (or ahead?- which ways do I count?) I…

We let the good things die slowly Withdrawn I take myself out of the game I take myself to church and pray God rips the teeth from my mouth in a dream I am bleeding out my mouth I am gasping awake Empty bed Money problems Nobody nearby I ask myself to bear down To…

To be loved by you Was to fight and cry and Feel all the things at once It was wondering if it would last forever But in the back of my mind It was never going to be that But I held on Loving you Was hoping to be wrong

I apply mac lipstick in Istanbul airportregret occupying my one track mindcatching myselfI put the tube down before my tripI had been separatedHeart achingRipped apart from my love We had to take my sopping face to another cityBroken up with never looked good on a plane But my sister says Do it sadDo it regardlessDo…

When you first learn to walk through the tide pools Your body is confused and shaking Adult syndrome tells you Injury is one step away Wet rocks plastered with silken maroon algae After you see the creatures move A hermit crab below the clear water Dancing on the dark red seaweed The soft bodies of…

I wish on a candle’s flame bring me back the unbashful girl I was Who wrote a sonnet and stood on a chair and announced I am an artist now I wake and sleep and wake and sleep All by a rhythm I do not own My life shutters at its lack of claim now…