Sitting on a bench at 4:27PM, burnt cheeks and glossy eyes. The thought of you warrants a pained laugh, a … More
i. i tell you and ramble and you cup my cheek with your right hand and grin. we’re outside. … More
Frozen orange skies in February snow coat each memory that I have of you. Cold, bitter, fragmentary, and distant.
When the permanent ephemerality of the words you whispered rang in my ears, believing you felt like safety. It was … More
My heart of excess and hollowed bones of flight float in empty spaces, filling in meaning where there is none. … More