Writing

I love

Snowy stage band mornings

Dark and cold

Blowing in the door with some random trumpet player

Our conductor's coffee

Wet I-just-showered hair

Bedhead, the age-old oops-forgot-my-folder

You offered me your hand

And I wonder

I wonder if there could ever be a time

A dimension

Where I wouldn't take it

A thousand lifetimes

A thousand universes

A thousand twisted tales

To me

Friendship has always been

A big crazy group

Of strong personalities

Mixing and mashing

Some good, some bad

Whirlwind

Drawing people in -

That's what I do,

I draw people in.

It is one A.M.

I am depressed, on insta.

Oh, to lead their lives

Instead

I wish I was bigger.

I wish I had a little bit more muscle.

I wish there was more between my skin and my bones,

That my ribs wouldn’t show when I take off my shirt,

That I wasn’t made of tissue paper.
 

Dear Mother, 

I have missed you these past few months. 

Where did you go? 

I see you standing there, torch held high, yet you do not answer my calls.