Poetry

  • Grateful

    I am grateful.

    Grateful that three no-longer-kids,
    Grown-up,

    Jobs-and-girlfriends-and-college boys

    Are there for me

    Have my back

    Even though we haven’t talked for a while

    Even though we live hours away

  • Cliché

    We are such a cliché,

    boy meets girl,

    fall hard and fast.

     

    Our heads are a mess,

    would you wait for me?

     

    Obviously.

     

    To young to think anything through,

  • Young love

    I remember that warm summer night,

    we argued about who could jump farther off the swings,

    we were only 14.

     

    It down poured,

    they didn't set the fireworks off,

    you didn't care,

    neither did I.

  • Camp

    I’ve been going to a camp called Crow's Path since 3rd grade. 

    And even longer before that but I can’t remember those days. 

    People have come and gone yes that’s true,

    And some stay and some move on,

  • An Apple

    An apple is

    A reminder

    A token to bring you back

    To the day in the orchard

    When you were six years old

    Sitting on your dad's shoulders

    Reaching for an apple

    That you had decided was perfect

  • apple

    i'll use your name. sweet nothings spill

    from well-meaning mouths & shatter on concrete radiating summer sun

    right back at you, perfect -- dainty -- shiny with dewdrops. they told me

  • Two Birds and No Stone

    Don’t kill my birds.

    Tommy pays taxes.

    April runs a side hustle selling cursed bath bombs on Etsy.

    They have dreams.

    They have a 401k.

    They just bought a tiny house in a haunted forest

  • HOME

    How their caring eyes show they care

    Oh, how loved I feel

    My favorite people surround me

    Everyone chose to love me