Wife If we break It wouldn’t be from a fall, but from a whisper That echoes every time I hear silence Each time I wait

after Amelie (2001) dir. Jean-Pierre Jeunet I may not have bones made of glass, but I am unbearably lonely. But my heart is brittled and

I walk on the bridge between your eyes and stumble over branches on the railing. The heavy lumber is thick with overgrowth. Too many weeds

swallow down the blood, darling it’s nothing personal when i clench your jaws together                 you’re this casual

Young Love ~ If little by little you stop loving me. – Pablo Neruda I hope you remember, as I remember, breath suspended in your

Sweet like the pink of your lips I’ll spend hours at the boiling point until I’m bubbling up at the seams until I’m ripping the

Is a rainless roof the relief of gas-heating and a quiet moment by the built-in at night with peppermint tea near the window with the

that I’ve let a lot people have me but maybe you’re the first one I want to touch it’s ok if I can’t that there’s

Abuela brought her dog back from the dead Chispa was hit by a car and Abuela nursed her back to health, Chispa, twitching and nerve-

here we are you and me on the edge of uncertainty entwined together  in the safe harbor of my bed with our candles and crystals

Love is liquid– a sinuous stream of consciousness weaving throughout time from diaper to death and maybe even after, when who knows what’s next. and

we kissed in stairwells we kissed behind bleachers we kissed in the backrooms of house parties we kissed where no one could see or were

I’ve had to start my life again three times since I met you. It’s not an easy thing to do. Even now, I hear it start:

                                       “First in the heart of my

CW: This piece contains sensitive themes around death and sexual abuse.     When I wonder if I saw dad’s dead body or simply imagined