Possibility

I wish that I needed you

so that when I don't have you

I became an immobile slab

of marble. But instead, 

I find myself only wanting you

still, mobilized by sheer possibility. 

Missing You

Sometimes I wonder 

if I will ever be able to write

about all that is currently wrong.

People keep smiling while mine

falls into the pit of my stomach.

I can only scribble how loss

is felt most when you lock

your keys in your car

or when you stare blankly 

at the spot for a non family contact.

Searchlight

We went looking 

for the end of the 

searchlight.

We could have discovered

anything. 

But instead, how it feels 

to suddenly have beacons

turned off 

in the middle of a dark

world. 

Rough Draft

There has never been 

so many blue Honda civics. 

Even my phone remembers 

ten deleted digits.

How is it?

You are everywhere

and yet somehow

nowhere. 

Treehouse

I have been known

to make my home

above being inadequate.

Pine needles drape

around my safe space. 

I have pulled back

at enough bark

to know when there is sap

underneath, the perfect perch

for my sub par paintings. 

But here I am, today,

at the top of this building. 

I will jump

from the rooftop

and be caught by autumn. 

Like a child jumping to her parent,

I have always trusted 

the arms of trees.