Love to write

Love to write

VT

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  • Unbecoming

    The streets have teeth and we hold our fingers with enough space for the others and drink cider on a corner where the ceiling above us blinks blue-blue-blue onto her tonsil-pink dress and someday I hope I never have to see it in a suitca

  • Self-Portrait at 18

    I know it’s a bad title 
    but I’m carving these words 
    out of my compacted mind. 
    I’m trying to mix the mud of my thoughts 
    into something more coherent 
    than to do lists and quiet 
  • Authorized Entrance Only

    There is no twilight in the city. 
    Only time we collect in our mouths, 
    sun peeling color off the streets,
    rats skittering down sidewalks.

    The fire escape has been painted gold.
    It shimmers at night, 
  • Ellipse

    The record down the hall sounds like the static of space, drawn out and fading, as if a comet streaked by, leaving a trail of sound in its wake.
  • rhythms of the endless

    The wall is wearing away
    in the places where she stands
    to face it and rubs her palm
    along the rough paint.
    She does not consider the shades
    or the light that sifts
    in through the window.

    She only paints the sill yellow,
  • Birthday cake

    I've been been thinking of you lately, 
    and for the past four years. 

    I've been thinking about that time
    you stood with your neck bent
    back, staring at the sky, 
    counting its emptiness,