cracked perfection

“I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers. We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. […]

HOW DO I

HOW DO I How do I sleep with voices in my head – telling me what to do, what to say, who to love in a torrential rain of unspoken words, this cascade of love misplaced from desired keepers whose intentions long expired; all memories are deadweight. How do I sleep with footsteps in my […]

the best memories

The best memories remain when the worst are forgotten. None is as great a peacemaker as time, that simmers sharp pangs to a dull ache of the heart and wipes all slates clean when the pain comes to pass. The best memories upholds the smile when the tears are gone. A gunshot with its reverberations inadvertently […]