bad poetry
the way I love you is not red hot it does not shoot flames up my spine it does not burn or bite it is not the kind of love that leaves...
casts
I still think of you and when I do my heart aches and so does my arm in the place where you broke it last year. you wrote lies on my...
3/5 and summer nights
I. we sat with you after we dragged your sobbing shaking lovers out the door, you slowly faded in our arms- your eyes were the last to...
champagne nights
champagne streaks run rampant across the sky and i, i am dizzy, drunk on sunsets sinking into streetlights pale arms twist and tangle,...
Special Occasions
When they go out together every Friday night, she takes forty-five minutes to get ready, which is pretty convenient because she gets off...
lightning
the more places I go with you the more disturbing I find it that I don't even pay attention to where we are anymore and I often find...