July 7, 2010


it wasn't a hurricane
just you
on my bed with your shoes on
(like me)
fighting screams i never could have taught you

i didn't want to hold your arms back
so i held mine high and told you
tried to show you the
impossibility of ever knowing
where we
when we
could tell we were enough

i don't want wet noses or sloping
summer teeth but
we are both apple core-
both bottoms up defeat
already expecting the
nausea of staying still


  1. So pleased you are blogging once more

  2. Also glad to see you blogging more. Screw that tumblr crap.

    Also, glad you're in my life. Just thought I'd mention.