I forgot to remember
All the while knowing
That I would forget by morning
And go figure, sure enough
I did, and no amount
Of brain racking helped
To alleviate the exasperation
Because I simply couldn’t
Remember what I knew
I’d forget but remembered
Thinking in the first place

Sometimes
I’ll stop talking all at once,
Just to see what the silence feels like.
Is it still uncomfortable?
Or does she understand
That there aren’t any awkward silences anymore.
They’re all very comfortable.

I think it’s about time you step down
From that high horse of yours,
Or maybe you should jump.
And don’t say you’ll change tomorrow,
‘Cause you know you won’t.

From cocoon to brilliantly speckled night
Bursts shooting stars from champagne bottles
A splash of sequins on construction paper
We could count to infinity on our fingers
And hold eternity in our hands
We held forever in our eyes
And each other in our arms
When the distance and time
Meant only when we would arrive
They said reach, and when we were finished
We had stardust underneath our fingernails

Green light
And I can’t move,
Asphyxiated by fear
I’m hardly breathing.
The glint of the street light
Reflects off a basement window.
The signs say, One Way
And Do Not Enter.
Red light,
Breathe and let go.
The headlights shine into hazy dusk.
Turn signals flashing
I’m not going,
Green light

Grinding at the road, the bus jittered and swayed
Moving our bodies along with its erratic rhythm
I closed my eyes letting the dissonance overtake me

So when are we getting that studio apartment in the city
Where I’ll write the lyrics and you’ll sing the songs?

Never showed up at Broad Street, it wasn’t like you.
Save me a seat, you said, we’ll go house hunting together

My backpack, laid onto my jacket, both waited
For you to arrive, saving the vacant seat next to me

It was finally when your sister called, hysteria in every word
That I knew your absence would never be filled

But the bus still rattled, and thumped through traffic
Changing direction with potholes and pebbles
As I sat, spinning between silence and chaos

Slacking feels
Oh.
So.
Good.
Until I realize
Everyone else
Is doing it too
And nothing
Gets done
And I have
Nothing to
Look at and
Nothing to
Read if you
Get my drift

Lines tracing lines in brittle paths
Mountains worn smooth and small as grain
Crumbling between fretted fingers
Tumbling to miniature spires
Amid a canvas of green and salt

Delicate dimples curving portraits
Memories shape shift and scuttle
Leaping down shallow ravines
Bracing for cascading bubbles
To overflow and wash away
Refreshing a pallet never ending

Going back to bed
Is so much better
Than falling asleep in the first place