The little golden door has let me through. It was too small at first, but I knelt to touch the handle and I am on the other side now.
March 14, 2020
Tag: 2020
i am an orphan an alien full of homelessness on this strange sound stage called Earth. ~ anonymous
February 1, 2020
The wisdom of the winding path is that there are no shortcuts.
June 7, 2020
friends become strangers at a party with booze and weed and unfamiliar laughter and thirty years of dust trembles over a shallow grave as a yawning mouth swallows a scream without air to speak only sixteen years old now with no blood under her nails on the carpet beige carpet clumps of hair and glister of saliva I sat for so long I say goodbye to friends who are strangers and walk home alone for another thirty years.
October 5, 2020
and the sun sinks behind black lace and chain link and for one breath my heart is free of winter and rises up above gold shot cloud into blue sky
February 2020
palest blue slate clouds like a distant sea i wanted to dabble my fingers in warm water but i was on my way to work in a city consumed by small problems in a room consumed by small problems in a heart consumed by small problems smallest meanest meaningless problems collapsing down into a salt plane where no green leaves grow
February 2020
i looked away for a moment from that tiniest flash of white and pink against the pale morning sky and lost what had been touched by a sun that had not yet touched us
January 2020
that sound
you make
mae-ow
i want
not
i need or
i hurt
just
i want
indulge me
and so i
indulge you
and i smile
and i am
content
March 19, 2020
i wish that i could say that i had made a string of friends. alas, i didn't know to knot and they all slipped off the ends.
April 29, 2020
short walk long ride long walk long shift long walk long ride short walk and tomorrow i have to do laundry
July 25, 2020
