I’ll be traveling to Canada tomorrow from NY by myself to go to the one and only ikea !
You were all college boy and no spine.
Just fingers in places I kept nodding to.
Just talking like there was a blackboard
stretched out in your throat and
I was the stolen crime scene chalk.
Hurried, rushed, too much like old mistakes.
I want to tell you there is something in your teeth.
It is shaped like legs and fingernails.
It is shaped like my eyelids in the mornings,
heavy and swollen and forgetting to open,
like my knees skinned, my knees broken.
It is shaped like the way this conversation
is something about you, about how much you do,
but also about how your room is empty
and I will fit just perfectly on your bed,
underneath you, hands at my side
and my mouth open like surrender.
This is the morning after story.
The story of over-steeped tea and
the window open and petting the cactus.
This is the story of I won’t call you.
This is the story of I’ll wait for
you to call me anyway.
my mother says she made me strong like amber,
strong like the trees, strong like
how you held me.
yes i am fragile and the light
shines right on through me
and my love i am overflowing
to coat the scars
you left on me
but i think somewhere in all of this healing
part of you got trapped
under new skin
and i will never
get you out
My dream for the 2016 presidential election is not having to choose which human rights I’m feeling like compromising on.
i want to wear your hoodies and stay up talking about the universe with you until 3 am and i want to hold your hand and kiss your face and hug you when im sad and have marathons of our favourite shows.