Writing

If you can't do it for yourself

Then do it for her

Do it for the girl

With big ideas

And even bigger dreams

The girl who would try to count the stars

But then sigh and say there was a lot

new school means new friends

i think as a stare across the table at the same friends.

but something seems different.

we're missing someone,

or many someones.

or maybe even a part of ourselves.

When I first saw the news that Charlie Kirk had been shot I was scrolling through YouTube so I paid it no heed. Then I heard people in the hallways talking about what had happened.

-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