life, beginnings, tenderness

Here's a raggedy beginning about raggedy beginnings and let's see where it goes this year - a thought that would normally freak me out but we've had so many freak outs this last year it's impossible to see where one ends and another starts soo h e y✨

he waited for them to speak first

when two roads diverge in a yellow woodthe fork is an amorphous metal spoona touch of heat, a stretch in each--direction is the only known destination. you pick a side, your dulcet climbthe soft intrusion of your confidencethe path is long, your vision naughtyou never really gain what you seek you pause, you wait, you …

small talk.

We've all been there - standing in line, waiting for your turn; or sitting, unsure of whether or not to cross your legs lest you fumble while untangling them to get up. I know I have. And it almost always goes this way. There's another person here with me at the same time. It doesn't …

futility of hope

a little birdie told you oncenever trust the early showersto get to really know someonedetach from the life that you call 'ours' progression = dispossessionof what you gained in the pastdiscard your first impressionsthey aren't meant to (be) last your next-door misanthroperages against all optimism you know& together with the futility of hopegives rise to …

Candle in the dark

darkness engulfs me in waves of emotion, the largestshare won by loneliness. the birthday candles are out.the cake, six feet under. celebrations, asunder. and me- I'm on the path to a throbbing self-hate. it rained thatday, as it does always rain in September, and I lit a fire.solely, if not only, for the unwashed hope …