Poetry

living for our friends to laugh

as we walk down the halls

hand in hand

or see each other in passing

and smile knowingly

living to show up to school

in your hoodie

or for you to show up in mine

we bury the dead beneath the ground 

and look up towards the sky to reach them, 

and we dare say there is a distinction in direction 

you do not have to look 
at the moon 
to know she is full.

she is my sister, 
full 
more than full 
more than infinite 
more than 
the line between the rock and the sky

I was ten when the sky cracked open, 
and fire spilled out like molten glass through the sky. 
The fair smelled of caramel and dust, 
and I was scared of how bright the world could get. 

I've spent my life dancing in between the lyrics

Like the bug avoiding humans on a summer day

I buried myself away

I tried to stay safe,

Stay calm.

Please everyone.

snowing and sunny and raining and the birds are chirping and the crocuses are awakening and you'd think it was some kind of warping dimension but the yard is full of brightness and half-melted snow and it's spring in vermont, so,

I wish you would just punch me

It would wake me from this spell

The one that makes me think 

That maybe there’s a chance 

That you and me can be something

The winter sleep is finally done,
The world wakes up to greet the sun.
With yellow, pink, and vibrant blue,
The flowers bloom in shades anew.

The white tree

Hung down over the churchyard

The churchyard was the porch

The white was from the snow

The grave was the circle

How beautiful!

The way it blooms

red juice dripping from

ripened fruit:

her eyes, black velvet

silver on her nails

a mouth that curls

when it says my name.

What desire! I inhale her mind

My family made of scraps

Garbage and hot glue

Lost and tired trash

Came together to make new

To others we are strange

A jumbled sort of mess

I met you in the Spring

Under aging oak

The world seemed to stop

Whenever you spoke

I met you in the Spring

Over shaded flowers