For some reason I have a thing for guys

of blue or brown eyes and of dark colored hair.

And there’s a silence in the way our gaze meets from across the room, the way our clothing drapes, our bodies stir on fragile air.

And as I blush, collecting my feelings

into something I can hold and carry before it melts,

I’ve come to love the burn of ice against my skin,

the way it drips, tapping my toes ro...

I want to get carried away in the wind

and sail through the sky without a roadmap

I want to fall into a cup of water

and swim laps around the brim

I want to feel what roses smell like

and reach my limbs through it’s sleeves and pantlegs

I want to commune with the squirrels

and find new ways to climb an obstacle

I want to dance with language

and carry words along my hips

I want to nestle on a ...

I am standing in the station

connecting the lines of a map,

routes that grasp the city in its palm,

and spot a circled “you are here” in the center.

I am here in the center of a storm,

listening for the thunderous waves

of wheels on tracks,

waiting for the train.

People fill the station like the tide

out to busses rolling slow like whales who’ve just kissed the surface.

In the wind, the ...

When will I begin to fall down from the clouds

and roll in with the tide?

Polishing stone and shell with the waves,

a relic one holds close, refurbishes and saves.

I’d like to wrap up the first snowfall, delicate and light, for safekeeping from the rays that bake asphalt wandering feet will fight.

The breeze is as gentle as anything can be,

Pushing grasses and tree fronds to wave in harmony.

Then ...

I could feel the words drip down my back,

“I’ll be watching you,”

how those daggers sting

Tearing vantages through the cloak of midnight.

If I could run, oh I would, but his gaze steps ever closer than comfort.

Hum a tune that pulls me from this moment

Wind a dance through my corset,

let it scream on the exhale,

Carry it with and don’t think twice....

As I walk into the vestige of a classroom, tossing the door shut behind me, a single chair waits as if expecting me to stumble in. I’ve seen some like this before, I think to myself, but it’s never seen me.

I preemptively wonder if it wonders what knowledge I hold, as I wonder the same thing to it. And in an instant, my mind is transported and I embody somebody completely new.

What is a chair ...

After the day’s end, when the sun loses power and the moon flicks on, you lay on your back and take in the beaming lights with a yawn on your breath,

counting the stars, holes poked through blue cellophane, until they expand into a blur and the life you’ve been living in a dream comes to focus.

Awake in subconsciousness you walk through the day, feeling every second, hearing every sound. You see ...

Pulling into my driveway I see the most terrifying red eyes beaming out into the blue night. Six pairs to be exact, looming in my neighbors yard beneath elaborate red lampshades. A cool shiver runs down my spine as I notice the sun bleached skeletons posted up in the soil, and dark red blood streaming down their legs.

New decorations? I find myself hoping in my head. I try not to look away as my ...

You are the pot to my rummaging roots,

the spotlight to my stage,

the arch to my relevé.

The spine to my dance,

The pin in my roadmap,

the moon to my starry sky,

the wind in my sail,

the light through my window,

the coffee to my mornings,

the helium in my balloon,

the umbrella to my rain,

The guiding light to my ship.

Without all these things my life would have less meaning,

Fewer things to write...