Poetry

I guess I've been thinking

The story mountain we made

And the characters didn't even get their lives told

Because ours crashed and burned before we could handle it

Can somebody

Anybody

Tell me if I’m doing this

Right

Tell me if I’m following the right set

Of instructions

Tell me if I’m using the 

Correct map

Can somebody

Anybody

Nope

I'm not going back to school.

I'm going to ignore the back-to-school ads

And shopping trips

The packing

The new outfits

The brand-new pencils

I won't do it

we sat and imagined fireflies

flitting between the tops of the RVs

as the sun disappeared into muggy,

illicit sludge. we realized we both liked

 the sticky-sweet taste of summer

summer's like  /  skips on a record player, pink and beat up by two moving vans and two generations of children who danced to the Bee Gees on  /  rugs that aren't there anymore  /  i have successfully wasted three mon

you remind me of 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕪 decay. in a pop-up cartoon store, flies buzzing around your flushed eyeballs.

𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒙𝑨𝑮𝑮𝒆𝒓𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒅 and with hearts still in your eyes. tell me whether it hurt when they loved you.

You 

love me 

fast, miss me 

faster, I ran to 

you, now running away takes 

much longer. To get to you  

Family wears many faces— 

For some, it’s warmth and comfort, 

For others, it’s silence or storm. 

Often, we search for it in strangers, 

Bound not by blood, 

But by soul. 

I need an after,

not a happily ever after,

that's a ending,

I need something after the ending,

when my movie ends and the credits are playing I need the last clip,

the bloopers.

I pass by a man begging for savior,

and a woman dragging her child who's distracted by an elderly ladies puppy.

I watch as a business man late for a meeting I assume,

trips on the man asking for change.

If only I could hug

The stars;

Perhaps I could shatter them

And cup the shards

In my palms,

The cracks constellations

Aligning with my veins,

But that isn’t close enough