Yellow Sweater

Yellow Sweater

WA

YWP Alumni Advisor

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  • RED

    God is real because Red is thick enough to paint with/ because we can use our tongues to trace the face of a demon/ when it’s dark, when we’re bored, when we need fire/ Red, not the red of a stop sign or the American flag/  but Red, a Red that’s
  • The West

    here, the graves 
    are worn away 
    by the rain. here, 
    the city is clean.
    it tingles. glass 
    skyscrapers 
    and demolished 
    cathedrals are 
    ghosts, carrying 
    bells they only 
  • Boiling

    celestial bodies 
    are the antagonists 
    of my inner tides. 
    the moon pulls 
    and the sun boils 
    until all I’m left with 
    is the tang of salt.

     
  • No Helen

    You’ll never understand Sappho, 
    because you don’t read Ancient Greek 
    or the hidden pages of history 
    where we scrawled our passion,
    with sequestered longing, desperate and dear, 

Loves

  • Music's Breath

    Without sound, I am adrift,
    a puppet with severed strings,
    my movements hollow, my purpose lost.
    But when the music takes a breath
    it fills the empty space,
    giving weight to each movement,
    meaning to each pause.

  • To Dream

    maybe one day i'll see you

    at a class reunion 20 years in the future

    you'll have gotten taller than i am in heels

    your hair will no longer be curled and bleached but

  • Mr. Red

    There is a man on the corner of 87th and Amsterdam. I do not know him, and he does not know me. He wears a red tee-shirt with red sweatpants. He wears a red coat with red shoes. He wears a red ski mask on his face.

  • Coffee Runs

    When I was a kid, I had a near perfect childhood. I had friends on the same street as me, and we rode our bikes around the neighborhood playing cops and robbers.

  • Togetherness

    He sits 6 feet behind the sideline, wondering how the sport in front of him works. The whistle was blown and he felt a sense of togetherness. Teammates were lined up across the bench sticking out on each end by at least 3 people.

  • Glittering

    I locked eyes with him, the glowing man on the stage. 

    He glimmered, his red hair shining under the spotlight. 

    That was all it took for my heart to be stolen away.