Should I tell you how much I see in you, or have you seen it in my eyes, first? You sit across from me, six feet apart, yellow lemons scattered on the plastic pool between us. Your quick glance to the side when you’re thinking of what to say, when you realize I am lookingContinue reading “Defining”
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So High
I stare at you up on that pedestal I’ve been building brick by brick, so brightly you glow, so quickly you show me I can know love by where my heart goes. So why I am the one who says hello and you who says goodbye? Only in the middle do we meet, eyeContinue reading “So High”
The Kitchen
The ottoman sits, four legged, brown bodied with flowers sewn in pink and gold, green leaves trailing off the edges. I’ve seen it every day, this quarantine. Next to it, the refrigerator stands silver, tall, certain — more spacious than we could have bet on for a three bedroom in Brooklyn — humanized withContinue reading “The Kitchen”
Chance
Tell me what you want, tell me what you choose, tell me why my heart sings when I look at you. It’s true…I want you whole. But you lead me on. You want to laugh, too. Friends tell me not to hold you higher than the moon. Are these crumpled up memories playing meContinue reading “Chance”
Maybe
Maybe my heart feels here, you there, and thinks, “some day?” Maybe it’s wrong maybe someday was yesterday and time isn’t coming back. Valentines for shits and giggles Brooklynites taking the subway at 2 in the morning, still procrastinating over moms’ lack of attention to birthdays, and holidays, and love. Commercially created or heart debatedContinue reading “Maybe”
Oh, heart
How many ways can a heart break? How many ways can it be seen? It’s different than being watched– that’s what they teach us (that’s what I’ve learned, anyway). They are watching me, all of them: walking, sitting, eating, drinking, readying themselves to be the same animal I am. But they don’tContinue reading “Oh, heart”
Home
Let them fall out of me, like rain, these words on a page, they are my blood four drops in a row you know they’ll have me running, forgetting, wondering, “What was,” and, “What is…” Let the open door remind me, remind you that our hearts are not just our house; they are our home and theContinue reading “Home”
About You
The day I write a poem about you– then I’ll start considering love. Until then, leave it on my front step, off with the paper and my morning coffee; let me read about it in books, watch movies that make me cry. I don’t know why this song keeps on singing, over andContinue reading “About You”
on lunch break
how nice it is to sit by the river and unwind, blink by blink. you know your same-old view in the city: skyscraper tree tops that leave you wanting for a chickadee where can I find just one bird? (the pigeons are beautiful, mind you.) I yearn to hear a song; the waterContinue reading “on lunch break”
Carry On
Tell me what type of wind would have made you stay, tempted your shallow roots to grow and adventures to remain silent in the mind, considering the heart instead– talk about vulnerability when all you see is mastery even a mindful soul can grow lonely what bit of sun-dipped skin did you need to see, prepared toContinue reading “Carry On”
Reaching Joy 