Friday, May 13, 2016


I am exhausted
with convincing myself
that that the content of this black tea
will be enough to sustain my day
or even that one cup
of you is enough.
Be something more
than my morning coffee
like the bitter-sweetness
of the early afternoon
accompanied with deep breaths,
the type that you take
when you finally feel content.

Monday, March 14, 2016


All my leaves have
fallen at my feet,
a tree
dry and brittle
but there are nests
in these branches,
proof that life 
is merely a season

Sunday, March 13, 2016

Untitled (Intentionally)

Can I take your insecurities
and fuck them
how they were meant to be?
Can I use them up
until they shiver? They can
tell me to stop 
but not mean it. 
They can scratch against
my back - I'll like it. 
I will elicit a response
and cradle your 
I wish I was better 
until it comes out of you 
and into me. Let me taste
your inner hesitancy. Let me
digest it into something else,
like a better sense of self,
like a fuller version of me. 

Saturday, February 27, 2016

Trust Falls

It is the most 
frightening trust fall:
being surrounded
by trees that shade
with resentment,
poison ivy crawling
up satin like sheltering,
cold nights spent
in my own skin.
I have been falling 
into myself, wondering
the moment my strength
cannot catch me. 

Monday, February 22, 2016

Light Me

Chemistry is
a book of matches. 
creates a flame
that only lasts 
until a breath too heavy.
But what can light me
that is not temporary?