Monthly Archives: March 2012

Shirt

I used to think      I was pretty good at reading people –                          at least sometimes. Now I’m not so sure. Every uniqueness          weirdness          quirk          idiosyncrasy                   is so much bigger –                        like I can’t … Continue Reading

Endure

Shaded grey bricks     damp          with mold                 grime                 old dirt      mixed with           leftover pieces                  of                  dead                  bugs. Hollow drops           break       the silence                between                breaths … Continue Reading

Ask

I’m not good at asking for what I need                                           or want. I don’t want to intrude on other people’s time                                                        energy                                                        resources. This is an issue that keeps surfacing in my life. I keep getting little … Continue Reading

Cobalt

Forget rose. I think the world looks better           through cobalt.                     Ocean-colored.                     Cool.                     Refreshing.                     … Continue Reading

Recharge

I am constantly the subject of a push-pull                     between           people and survival                     between           needing relationships                     and needing to be alone. People who stereotype a Dreamer*      tend to think           I could … Continue Reading

Dive

It’s not that I won’t have that dreaded conversation… I have it over       and over again                 in my head. I start   listen   respond       and anticipate the expected response. Then I start over           say what … Continue Reading

Tunnels

The questions only lead me           to more questions. I crawl      deeper           into the cavern                        wind my way through tunnels                                                 and chasms,                             … Continue Reading

Cover

I know. “Don’t judge a book by its cover.” I’ve heard it. I believe it. But do I do it anyway? She was just another girl in the dorms, friends with my friends. We knew each other peripherally,                     but … Continue Reading