My fingers touch the tiny shards of broken glass as they glisten in the dirt. They pick them up one piece at a time and place them gently so gently around your sleepy head. Dipping my forefinger into a pool of oil from which my reflection peers from so wearily and drunk, I mark your… Read more

  In the time it takes for me to kiss your lips, you turn your head and I end up kissing your cheek instead. But this won’t do, no, it won’t do at all. In a body of water, and in a body of clouds, I lay my hands upon you and claim what is rightfully… Read more

  If the seconds were to slowly disperse and there was no more time left to speak our truths, I would move towards you and place my lips on yours and as the atoms in our bodies separated and we became at one with the nothingness around us, this version of me would surely die… Read more

  It’s a Friday night, and as we sit at our table in the restaurant, you shake your head oblivious to everything and pretend to play the piano. Drinking your single glass of beer that you’ll make last the entire meal, you’ve still got over half left but you’re already tipsy, and when you see… Read more

  The steady hurt of your beating heart. The still untangible death of Copernicus, and those tiny almost invisible hairs on your upper lip that tremble and pulsate when you see I’m nearby. But not now. Now you’ve got bellyache. I can tell by the way you walk. And you’ve been crying again, girl. You’ve… Read more

  We’re walking towards that place I keep dreaming about. Every other night now for the past two weeks, it keeps inexplicably appearing just before I’m about to wake up. It’s a row of buildings in a part of town that’s off the beaten track. Half the buildings are boarded up, while the remaining ones… Read more

  Next to the bridge downtown, the one that disappears into the clouds, your shadow moves across fresh snow until it rests its head on my shoulder. You were once my girl, but now you’re my ghost. I’m sure you would take great delight in knowing this. Can just imagine the grin on your lips and… Read more

  Electricity dances across the fillings in your teeth but you’re too bewildered to notice so you just eat your blueberries head down walking through streets that speak a language you don’t understand. Your life’s a mess of beer and headaches and newspapers full of chips and pockets of tissues and mints and filter tips… Read more

  Beneath a dream of a black moon, I wrap these words around you. Beneath a sky that’s both mirror and womb, there’s an image in my mind of a girl against the world. She’s both higher than a mountain and as low as the belly of a snake as it slithers through blades of grass… Read more