Love, according to the movies your mother watched in high school, is serenading your girlfriend with a marching band on the soccer field...

May we join hands around the dinner table to pray for our kids who are running across the kitchen so fast we can only catch them...

rust erodes from the waves roiling against it, kids who throw themselves into the surf chirping like happy crows y vendedores de helado...

good morning even though the clock ticks closer to 12pm and the stricter speaker inside repeats “afternoon” on  a broken record

Here I am, standing right in front of your guns / Shoot, only if you want to, because the fire is only a pain

A sleeve of an otherwise pearl dress shirt; Dyed at the hands of a laundry cycle An uncertain, wavering red— waxing,

humming and  i wish the world weren’t  so silent

My tongue is on the verge of falling off. Blackened and blue, soaked in some sort of ice bath, my tongue is drowning in a pathetic stutter

we were kissing on the floor somewhere screaming, and i...

today i am Lily-Rose Depp. not Lily-Rose Depp like my father is Johnny Depp nepo baby Lily-Rose Depp or...

To a certain degree, our friendship, when put to a fish-eye lens of great magnitude on a 360° camera,

he is so angry, so mean, lashing out like a rattlesnake with a rattle cut off,

in the static of empty air outside airplane windows, the swaddled silence of shadows beneath thin blankets, i wrap the little lost girl...

Adrift above the cosmos, there floats an astronaut untethered:

sweet as the leaves bleed autumn lies down on me somewhere between the fall and the ricochet / fresh blood stains my sweater –

It’s 10:32 PM on a Wednesday night. We are already in bed — dishes washed, teeth brushed, matching pink and blue sleep dresses...

the gray brush invites in: a tongue with still fresh mouse bits i can smell Coyote howling in the distance, fur and shards of bone and splay

it is she who ached to run with rivers but cried in currents instead, held her fury behind dark hair curling in unruly ocean waves,

I don a 90 cent Party City hat & / far too many layers, M scolds.

I always find myself waiting...