sun

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I’ve known love as often as I’ve known the pace of a robin as it hops across dewy grass; as often as I’ve heard laughter from the second subway car or balcony, the best friend, teasing; as often as I’ve tasted my mom’s breaded chicken cutlets after soccer practice. On American lawns, on each grainContinue reading “. . .”

Shame

It’s difficult to look myself directly in the eyes — for fear of what I’ll see in them. Fear? Or his brother, shame. Yes, I’ll see him sitting in there, one leg dangling out of each socket. “Look at what an anxious fool you let yourself become!” he says, patiently, all-knowingly. I walk around withContinue reading “Shame”

Brooklyn Bridge

Maybe it’s time I delete you from my text messages; Maybe it’s time I scrub you from my skin, the kisses you would have planted down my neck. I can close my eyes and see you in your black tank top, the sun warming our backs, a dozen freckles sprinkled on your shoulder. Continue reading “Brooklyn Bridge”

You are a star in a sky I have not seen, you are a drop of rain in a hundred deserts and desserts because walking in the rain can be fun with ice cream and an umbrella, no? Your voice plants bits of light under my skin, your slender frame and well-styled hair have meContinue reading “Sun”

Hello

my darling, sleeping in this bed, waiting until there’s only now and no tomorrow; each cell a masterpiece of sound and I celebrate the beauty that has come into my life. Slowly, sun lifts from eyebrow to eyebrow, yawns across the sky and grants us a grin– now tell me again of this thingContinue reading “Hello”

Watching the Night

Have I ever gazed a sight like this? Third (fourth) floor? Window sill? Moon shining like a teardrop ready to fall from above? Well, no. It will stay in its place. All you must do is spread your wings and fly up there yourself, darling. You have nothing to fear. It is justContinue reading “Watching the Night”

Riverside Park

Some days, my eyes drift down like leaves falling to the ground they do not fight the wind they say, “Thank you,” and move on. Others, they cry– and don’t even know why– it doesn’t feel like rain it just feels like a mess I have made. Listen as I run. Footsteps left behindContinue reading “Riverside Park”

Haiku 2

Today, there is sun. Yesterday, too many clouds. Be grateful for both. March 26, 2016

why I’m still into monogamy

Like a sunflower at dawn the light circles the window, slowly, from pane to pane: white fabric fading along the edges, the slight smudge of gray near the nightstand, a black and white journal shedding its ink. The carpet is still blue, like an autumn sky with a few scattered clouds, makeup stains sprawling. The dresser isContinue reading “why I’m still into monogamy”

Grief

I suppose all I can do is feel it when it comes, and devote my life to loving in a way he, too, deserved to love. for all those we have loved and lost February 3, 2016