"through life"

we are so beloved. you's and i's

flickering together and

apart through

life. callous words drowned in the echoes of

the past and

glimmers of futures.

ghostly projections so

astral and so inviting just

stringing us along. our hands clasped in imaginary

bonds accented by whispered promises

and still, we are so beloved.

middle west

"middle west"

you're the bird perched on my clavicle

curious & hesitant.

are you watching closely?

juliet, i'm just an old storm crow.

make do

"make do"

i could taste smoke.

the smoke of my father's cigarette is still in my lungs.

or that's what i told myself, over and

over.

so i found comfort in painting lakes, comfort in the blue

and green and grey.

what does the water ask of us?

the answer is the opposite of flying; exile from

fiction.

redeemer

"redeemer"

raised hair that falls to your shoulders

summons a fire drill of blood within me. i admit,

your voice that puts scratches down my

back.

my mind draws circles over and over, a clear

representation that i have

no concept of how to start over.

what do the corners of our room ask of us?

we try to remember that we were once enveloped in

down blankets but instead

experience a deep emptiness like silent reading.

don't feel proud, it's just fate after all.