Writing

The island on wheels in the middle of our kitchen still smells new on the inside

If you've ever put your nose right up against an old plank of wood, you'd know the smell--that, and Styrofoam painted blue

I notice

You think I don’t

But I do

There are scars along your arms

Signs of your suffering

Bandaids that were no accident

There are ghosts behind your eyes

Seeking their release through your tears

There are hundreds 

Of thousands 

Of wings in our world, 

Each one a simple perfection 

Dancing in the spotlight 

Sometimes I can't believe that you're gone

Sometimes it feels so unreal

Like when I tried on the cutest pair of jeans

My first thought was "I can't wait to show him"

When I tried new makeup 

What's wrong with you?

Why can't you take a joke?

Why don't you ever go anywhere?

Why don't you talk to anyone anymore?

Yeah, I know.

you get a line & i'll get a pole

honey - honey! july thickens, slows to a stop outside, get

your rod and line, the ones that used to be your father's. get

your heart from the closet and your coat from the floor,