Writing

train marriage

limp white chrysanthemum limbs 

bent around the black oiled cables

screeching in rattling orbit until final ends

when the dog barks at the falling train

it is finally finally finally

warm - kind of,

sunshine / soft rain / sixty degrees with a brisk step to it

that makes me think nobody but Vermonters who miss the days

of tap step / crocuses / daffodils buried in snow

once i sat down on the curb and told you, love, these things aren't what we're used to.

we're stop signs like angels circulating (don't breathe, don't move)-

“Lizzyyyy….,” said Marie, twisting her chair around. “I thought I told you to get new shoes,” Marie says. Lizzy looks down at her shoes, caked with dirt and grime, broken from the hours she spent working on her family’s farm.

" if i am killed for simply living, let death be kinder than man. " - Kinder Than Man, Althea Davis.

if i am killed,

mangled and beaten,

for simply living,

Sitting at the kitchen table,

The Beauty and the Beast soundtrack

Humming through an earbud,

My mom streaking the stars

Across my fingernails,