A Dedication
She lends her pen,
to thoughts of him,
that flow from it,
in her solitary.
For she is his poet,
and he is her poetry.
–Lang Leav
She lends her pen,
to thoughts of him,
that flow from it,
in her solitary.
For she is his poet,
and he is her poetry.
–Lang Leav
knees search for the carpet
amidst the tornado from the bed to the couch
we hit it hard
the mouth moves
the thigh sways
swimming in each other
until the door creaks open


I’m sorry for all the sorries
I’m sorry for being sorry
I’m sorry for this apology
I’m sorry for no one else just me
I’m sorry I didn’t see it
I’m sorry if you felt invisible
I’m sorry if it was tested
I’m sorry we’ve been weighed and measured
I’m sorry for your loss
I’m sorry your gain wasn’t enough
I’m sorry…
I’m…
I
i do not fear death
so long as i live my life
i won’t go to sleep
feeling empty
if i do this one thing right