[a boy and a girl, both mid-teens. each rather drab-looking; not Hollywood ordinary, just ordinary. sitting with their legs between the iron slats of a balcony. crows and city noise in the background. a cornflower blue sky, some clouds] the girl: I can't even talk to him, not anymore. It's driving me crazy. the boy:… Continue reading writing: screenplay, #1
Tag: love
poem: the third boy is just myth
along the lighted corridors he turned and smiled slightly: that odd thing girls do when they manufacture a crush for a boy that they don't really like, or care about. along the pagan corridors of the forest, and among the thyme and sticky ryegrass he takes her hand he presses her fingers carefully to his… Continue reading poem: the third boy is just myth
poem: self-delusion, always in style
there is a dream: right now, he is far away, in London and Japan, and he is not remembering her: he is all symbol, not enough boy. There's no sex when it's only literary, didn't the blood on your lips teach you that, or the blood inside that cute boy in the journalism class, the… Continue reading poem: self-delusion, always in style
poem: and your eyes like marmalade and stretched blue skys
and your eyes like marmalade and stretched blue skys: it was only a whisper, forget it. like old cd's on repeat and her hand shaking, 2005 in blacker sharpie on her nails. that's time: tipping back your head for the thickening music that scratches across the widening sky and she buries her head into your… Continue reading poem: and your eyes like marmalade and stretched blue skys
poem: unexpected afters
people do not tell you that heartbreak physically hurts that I can put my thumbs to my chest, and, coughing, tell you linear stories of blue demon veins, the sticky fingers of the unseen cut in my blood-caverns the spot between my breasts sore, a waking pain and your memory like pine-acid. little ghosts lick… Continue reading poem: unexpected afters
poem: cabin out in Nowhere
wouldn't it be nice if someone was secretly in love with me--- loner, an under-used word in the poet's dictionary, but it tattoos nicely into her softer eyelids fraying, against her cheeks. against her intellect. wouldn't it be nice if someone found my answering all the univere's questions-- adorable--and not awkward-- the shifting impatient eyes… Continue reading poem: cabin out in Nowhere
poem: highschool is over (cheers to this)
i am spinning in a blue dress and to first follow him i must be all of myself, not for the matriarchy but for my small ascendence into what He envisioned. this is not high school: strangers will smile at you, later, i promise. Also, listen: the depression and the choas will not go away… Continue reading poem: highschool is over (cheers to this)
poem: ghost
this is the ghost. sitting with my tongue sour and pressed against my teeth; writing five bad essay sentences and stopping to stare out the inside window. how the hell do people have so many friends? this is the ghost. no longer can I tell if I was in love with the symbol, with the… Continue reading poem: ghost
poem: war + peace, scarlett o’hara, plato (& her)
I have known too much to be secure in what I have known. Even I am sick of this narrative: here is the danger-warning, so listen: rewriting the narrative inside your head so that what happened happened differently is (please don't make me finish this face this). long sigh, and tucking the hair behind my… Continue reading poem: war + peace, scarlett o’hara, plato (& her)
poem: it will not change the fact
It will not change the fact that I Like you and I think you’re brilliant and I read Your article, and you were flippant But there was an Emotional core and I felt you inside the automated print I Felt you And since then, since I have read that, I Cannot properly leave you because… Continue reading poem: it will not change the fact
the last pavilion 