Like my namesake, I carried the weight of the world on my back. It weighed me down, made me heavy as anything, but then I met you.
If I could pull my mind out of my ear
and remind it how people are,
that heat passes from hot to cold, and it will never be any different
(except in the smallest of probabilities, possibilities),
I have a plant in my office and I keep almost killing it. I joke that it looks so sad, but my coworker is never amused and asks, “Why don’t you just water it? That’s literally all you have to do.”
not a burst but
a slow burn
my mother's tears
on my 8-year-old palms
We are constantly quivering masses of fat, salt, and electricity. In our neural networks, we share memes like,
“Remember the days when you could file a missing person’s report?”
You know, I used to look at liars as pitiful people,
as movie villains, as failures unworthy of happiness.
You say, “I don’t think dogs like me anymore,”
because they ignore you when you try to pet them.
Recent news reports revealed that U.S. Navy fighter pilots are noticing a drastic increase in encounters with unidentified aerial phenomena. These pilots make no speculation about what they saw. They just saw what they saw. That is that.
In the morning my father pops toaster cakes in the oven, most of them moist-licking Kerrygold on the top. I watch the blaring of the sun above the sink and hold a cereal box in front of my face.
something about a man in a hospital bed white sheets that make me think of rollie pollie ollies finding their way through the back of bed posts or in the corner of my room, creating a dead pile for me to find
a cream color bra
unable to cover me
from all those eyes
I like watching my golden bile slide
in the sink and disappear down the drain.
I think of her name and face when I need
to purge the poison she’s given us both.
The consistency of this morning ritual
has become a comfort this last week.
This is how the healing starts—
your hands in my hair as you hold
me to you in early Sunday mornings.
This is the soothing you don’t know
I crave—your touch is still sanative.
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