The boy who lived next to the train tracks 1/2/21
we’d sleep with the window open
on those cold winter nights
as our bodies together became too warm
without a breeze
and in the middle of the night
as the trains passed by
wheels screeching against the track
hot metal on cold metal
blowing their whistles
seemingly never ending amounts of
train cars attached to each other
I’d awaken and in my groggy state
start to moan something about the noise
“go back to sleep” he’d whisper
as he cupped his hands over my ears
muffling the noise
letting me sleep through it
while he listened on
waiting for the last train to pass
before removing his hands
and placing them back around my hips
Winter 1/23/21
cold and lonely, cold and lonely, cold and lonely
turn up the heat
lonely, lonely, lonely
You 2/2/21
Lilac breath
barbed wire heart
smudged red ink
your right handed mess
Still with a daffodil touch
laughing singing with the weight of
a hummingbird sipping nectar
like champagne
Like the cool underside of a hot stone
you soothe the same
as a silk blanket
I held as a baby
the gnome watches from the garden
i beg of you
make me a fool
Smoke
the heat finally breaks
i push the window wide open
and just before midnight,
as he does everynight
my downstairs neighbor silently
walks outside to light a cigarette
i only notice when for a brief moment
the smell wafts up to the 3rd story
fills my nose
eyes closed i inhale
faint marlboro reds
mix with the cool breeze
a brief human connection
which i wait for each night
Afternoon Thunderstorms
it is august
the clear sky soon turns gray
but as quick as they come
they disappear
and the sky opens back up
as if to say
that it just needed to release some energy
as we all do sometimes
Manifest 8/30/21
I’ve gotten everything I’ve ever asked for
red leather seats
little round pills
light shining bright through my window sills
I’ve gotten everything I’ve ever asked for
short sexy dresses
no more school
somebody that makes me feel like a fucking fool
I’ve gotten everything I’ve ever asked for
dark brown hair
a tattooed thumb
the things I’ve wanted, are pretty dumb