Poetry

-and of course he’ll say he drank cow’s milk all his life. his heatwave-stricken palms will be bare

and they'll twine like rough half-grown saplings into the fabric of the cosmos.

Happy birthday

or more like happy belated birthday -

I'm a day late -

but still

you're fourteen now

same as you were a week ago

but older

You'll be driving in what, two years?

we're so old

Sometimes words fall out senselessly,

no meaning attached.

But because they need to,

not necessarily because

they want to be revealed.

It's as if my pen

has control over me,

writing whatever comes

The whole world’s quiet sound
echoing on the still ground—
an understanding.
-Haiku

Hope always looks like 

something golden and beautiful and bright 

but Hope has just fallen 

her face streaked with dirt 

was it easy for you to love 

me? i’m not asking about the good days, i’m asking about 

the whole time period in which i 

was allowed in your life. 

was i easy to love? but please, 

I let myself cry

And it felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest

Exploding

Shattering into the sky

I felt like I was dying

Each day it gets easier

But when it catches up to you

I'm so old

I know I'm not really but

It feels like it.

Like I'm a teenager

For real this time

Like I'm normal

And my parents trust me

And I can text?

And I'm normal

I am speechless.

My thoughts don't make sense

and my voice struggles to come out and make a sound.

I am wordless

and I write but my cold fingers have forgotten the keys 

or how to hold a pen

A story you're told about once every year,

Details increase as you're judged old enough.

Then one year it stops, the story as sparse as it can be,

Everybody feels things,

No matter what they say or how they act,

Emotions run wild through the brain with no control.

Everyone has choices,

Her eyes fall upon me,

an array of pale blues and silver light.

They hold a look I cannot name,

yet my heart leaps all the same.

Her head tilts,

and a smile blooms across her face —