I no longer remember the sighs when we made love, the tears afterward, cars squealing in the street scattering pedestrians like insects, nor do I

I kissed her hands the way you’d pray to God – gently, in awe of the presence in front of you. A benediction more than

In heated flesh and wine-stained breath I see your grandad lines. Our future lies between the sheets, where authored dreams trail down my neck, splodged

             Her face doesn’t look like mum’s—         painted, puffed, pumped with chemicals.        

My bruises ripple like the permafrost atop the Sierra’s.  I’m eroding with eons.  I’ve become something barely traversable, a name you can wend through, a

She sang in the sunshine, absorbing new love like a hungry sponge, as she roamed deserted aisles, hinting of old polish and time, listening to

I knew you hated olives, but never made a fuss just lined them like dark little moons on the rim of your plate. I knew

I draft in silence in my head in a text box with a blinking cursor each letter I tap has a pulse beneath my fingertips

Can I meet you again… for the first time? Those memories will become realities and new moments. We were so young, too young to know

He showed up on my doorstep with that smile, sunflowers, a bag of Swedish Fish, like it was just another night. That’s no way to

She instructs me in the language of fruit. Rambutan -soft-spined, red-laced – a grape in disguise, she says. But a grape is already a grape,

I’m glad I’m married, I’m glad I am married to you. I was thinking about it on the train, excess soap agitated my ring, I

We don’t exactly finish each other’s sentences. But when we rose up to meet that two-lane Wisconsin road, we traded verses from CCM songs. Point

I love you. In the hushed half light, as darkness bows in deference to day,  I hear the words for the first time.   Voiced

Your hands falter in the air. Dangling like stuffed animals on a child’s mobile, they are tools the epitome of perfect if your aim is