For Talya They say a person replaces every one of their skin cells in 27 days. You then were still new when you lost your first shell to the world. How can your hands now 84 times new, still grip my finger until I feel my heart unfurling in your palm. Perhaps because the cells […]
One. Create an ex-free environment. Make a break up box with all their things left behind. Except your skin though it still feels like his. Two. Don’t shittalk your ex too much. Be the bigger person. Even though he drained your veins until you shrunk smaller than he can ever be. Three. Don’t drink alone. […]
Scientists used to think the nose could sense and the brain remember 50,000 different aromas. But studies show the number is 1,000,000,000,000. And so I theorize I will never smell so many scents that my nose will let me forget yours.
let me turn around three times and lie in your nest of ribs just next to your rhythmic lungs and warmed by your scattered heart. let me take your chest flesh in my hand and fold it over top of me like i’d never been born. let me close my eyes and count sheep or […]
“beach” ++++ you might say “sand” ++++ (bonfires and booze and the first time i went ocean-side skinny dipping trying to prove i was warm-blooded and free.) “tree” ++++ you might say “branch” ++++ (even if we climbed every pine in the cascade mountains we still wouldn’t be able to see the horizon clearly.) “summer” […]
One, two, twenty-one, thirty, thirty-seven, forty-four. Count the concentric circles on your lover’s chest. Their steady breathing will set the pace for your fingertips. Sternum, heartbeat, collarbone, breath, trace from one to the other and listen to the stories they tell you. Notice where their skin dips, where their muscle tightens, how every crease radiates […]
We did mushrooms together that one time. You danced naked to Hozier in the kitchen while light filtered from the open fridge. Time stood still as we listened to everything from Katy Perry to Phantom of the Opera, floating on my scratchy cotton sheets, just to see how they made us feel. I told you […]
the only rain that winter day was dotted on the grass. my shoes were wet but my feet weren’t cold. they should have been. the gray made the green look brighter and i didn’t see everything was wilting.
In the Starbucks drive-thru I almost order a Venti London Fog, just to be warmed by something that you still love.
i fell like summer dusk does with so much in between the sun’s eyes and moon’s lips both so bright, separated by the time i watched you laugh behind a cup of coffee or when i drank your crisp mojito because you were driving me somewhere, i don’t know i don’t think i’ll ever […]