Saturday, June 29, 2019

Cool

Daisy said it best:
You always look so cool. Yet
summer never ends. 

Thursday, June 27, 2019

Rooftop

It is no rooftop,
but I knew you would begin...
and not complete it. 

Tuesday, June 25, 2019

Cross My Heart

I can promise you:
This isn’t a love that ends.
I will find you soon.  

Ever After

They spoonfeed us 
The Story:
easy love, 
small obstacles, 
happiness
ever after

and yet. 

There are moments 
that love 
does not come easily, 
days 
that I 
do not understand 
your heart, 
when my hand 
hangs 
cold and lonely 
without yours. 
So I will be patient, 
and kind, 
and I will not keep counting 
your flaws. 
And if that is all I know 
of love, 
Well, maybe that 
will be 
enough. 

Sunday, June 23, 2019

Rebound

I know your bed won’t stay empty forever- 
Your pillow will hold a new head
Truth? Yeah it hurts that you moved on so quickly ,
When I still am grieving the dead. 

Friday, June 21, 2019

Summer Solstice

It feels the same, though:
the longest day of the year.
Each day is too long.

Untitled

Your ghost stays with me:
each story that I hear, Love,
every song I sing.

Wednesday, June 19, 2019

Tuesday, June 18, 2019

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This 
is my happy place:
my leafy canopy,
lazy waves,
bird trills and
sunpink skin.
There are no car alarms 
here:
no sirens,
no screams, 
no sorrow.
I coax my hair 
out of pretzel knots
and breathe.
And breathe.
And 
brea
-the. 

Wednesday, June 12, 2019

The Sun is Also a Star (Found Poem)

Maybe I was wrong:
we don’t need act 2 and 3. 
Act 1 Love is best.

Druggie

Cocaine 
elicits the 
same level of 
euphoria 
as love. 
Dopamine, 
serotonin, 
oxytocin, 
vasopressin... 
love is 
chemicals 
and 
coincidence. 

Monday, June 10, 2019

Blue Goggles

This morning,
the water was 
frigid, 
constricting her courage 
until she could no longer find it
like her blue goggles, 
no, not those blue ones, 
the OTHER blue goggles- 
and her swimsuit was 
too tight and 
too long and 
there were 
too many people 
cheering her name. 
And I understood: 
the feeling of 
everything not right, 
too much of 
something and 
not enough of 
everything else- 
how unbalanced that can feel, 
as if you might trip 
and the world would keep 
spinning away from you 
as you grasped for 
the nearest asteroid, 
desperate for anything 
to hold onto. 
And it occurred to me, 
my darling,
you are my blue goggles. 
Nothing can be 
quite right 
without you. 

Saturday, June 8, 2019

Best Friend

Best and greatest friend,
You who knows each errant thought,
You are all I need.