Poetry

  • I wanna be a literary girl

    & walk around soho with maxi skirts & matcha & annotate the bell jar in velvet blue ink on curling pages with garamond font & wear my hair long down my back & dark sunglasses pulled up on my head & bangle bracelets that sli

  • Just Breathe

    Just breathe, that’s what I’m told
    In and out
    You’re feeling anxious? Just breathe.
    You can’t sleep? Just breathe. 
    As I breathe in and out, and in and out 
    I think about the time where I didn’t want to breathe

  • Jokesgiving

    my family has claimed thanksgiving.

    it's our holiday, you know,

    the one we do the best,

    and so it must be ours. we're joking,

    mostly, but it's true we do thanksgiving very well

    probably overdo but it's better

  • The Stars

    Watch, as I shall tear down the sky

    reach for the stars, and burn my fingers

    the world below me, silent does it lie

    the stars and their burn - still lingers

     

    lingers like lost, but not, quite lost

  • a hope in my heart

    in my heart, hope is a quiet thing
    a pulse beneath rubble
    soft as breath against marble dust.

    it doesn't sing
    it lingers.
    it waits in the cracks where sunlight pools
    on mornings the mist forgets to rise.

  • Three Knocks

    Touched by your kindness,

    I felt a sudden warmth in my chest.

    If you can really say, "I love you"-

    will my mind feel lighter?

    Past closed doors,

    I can hear a faint voice.

    I can't make it go away,

  • The Aurora Borealis

    He pleads and begs with knees rusty and matted

    Feet of vines to soak the fall not bound like his wife's

    before Dysentery dragged His sword

    into her glowing heart.

    A guarded truth of us