The wave of words that crash within your ears
telling you that nothing you do will ever amount to anything.
Migration or desperation, people stormed to this city in droves. Money flowed from one pocket to another, and the blood of the city became entrenched in… No. None of it was true. We were just trying to live.
Casey told her to pack up for the day, but that meant going home. That meant seeing her mother, who barricaded herself in her home for her birthday.
None of us can say otherwise that the time we spent together was a lie….Or at least, that’s what I told myself.
On a hill, warm, without you.
Without you, I fly, then, fall.
With you, I fall, then fall.
You told me, “I love you.”
So I told you “not anymore.”
And if you do I’ll bring an umbrella.
And if you do I’ll drift my hands over the balcony, letting it drip onto my fingers.
And if you do I’ll make sure to open my windows and let the humidity linger, my plants soaking, no longer lounging in its hunger.
Pitter patter pitter patter pitter patter
TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP.
Lub-dub lub-dub lub-dub
“I’ll always be above this line.
Here, the water is drenched in some kind of rust but,”
maybe it’ll be treated and if treated I won’t have to say
that being here drains me, but I can live here, and I can taste the water here.
You talk, I talk. You watch, I watch. You reach, I hold. You fall, I catch.
Tiny drops pitter patter as the sun waits to raise its rays.
The sound of zzzz and zzzz soon turn into buzzzz and buzzzz.
Staccato steps fill the air in light flares of empty restful days.
Even so, even yet, even though, we haven’t yet found a way.
Shimmering crescendo waves bloomed as a stone dived its way in, sinking to the bottom, as they do.
We huddled together, a broken lighter between the three of us.
The seed I planted
sifts in the soil alone
unseen till winter
Last year it snowed, brightly, in shades of bristling shining white.
In the spring we watch flower buds erupt from the dying snow.