Sixteen

There was a time in the 80’s when I was sixteen and Michael was my everything while I was his nothing. And even years later every time I’d see him he pretended i was nothing. from nothing to something. from something to nothing. i call him an asshole now. even my daughter knows his name. it’s not a fucking secret how i loved him. you … Continue reading Sixteen

June second

the lights are red, but i want to go up into the sky. drive right through the pink and purple all night long. this is my porn. you text me your naughty, i’ll dream in the fucking clouds. it’s june second, two thousand and fifteen, remember the 80’s? i relive them. another full moon? do you really care all that much? stop howling. i feel … Continue reading June second

Await

There was a title to my love story. I changed it about as many times as you left then came back with those images that always worked before. Before him, that is. The title is in the works. In my deep mind of altered dreams. You are inside me now, like the poems I write. You write. I sleep. You sleep. I dream. You dream. … Continue reading Await