17 years old


  • wake up

    every now and then, i am lying in bed 

    and want to wake up so badly i could 

    scream for it. surely this is not all there is. 

    surely this is only a dream, a bad dream, 

    and the world is kinder beyond it. 

  • someday

    someday it'll be too 

    late. someday you'll wish 

    you had hugged them tighter. 

    you thought you would see them 

    again. you thought 

    endings didn't happen this way, 

    no warning, no reason, just 

  • instructions on growing up

    if you wrap your hand around your mother's wrist 

    your fingers will touch. how 

    do you come to terms with that? how 

    do you learn that your father's shoulders 

    can no longer bear your weight, can barely 

  • event horizon

    event horizon--

    boundary of a black hole beyond which not even light can escape--

    a point of no 


    so imagine, my dear, a color 

    that is not a color 

    that is colorless, if you will, 

  • hurricane

    there's a hurricane tomorrow, but we still 

    have school. hurricane, and you can smell it 

    boiling on the horizon, a heady, light-headed 

    sort of feeling, but my brother and i 

    sit together in the courtyard 

  • ballerina in a music box

    anxiety goes tick-tick-tick 

    in the monochrome metronome of clockwork clicking 

    yet the key keeps turning, turning, turning, 

    'till creaking cogs are fit to crack 

    and gears wound up and ready to