we are two trees,
you and I,
we sit next to each
other, not looking…
Category Archive: Postaday
don’t light the fire,
if we bake the clay,
we can’t adjust
the margins or the words…
look,
the other ducks
seem far away…
Tell me the shape
of the rock
that fell from your mouth…
here’s to the crick in your neck,
here’s to the knot in your stomach
you don’t remember tying,
here’s to the flutter in your veins…
I watch the birds that land
in the tree outside my window,
but when I’m looking at my screen…
yesterday I woke up
with the remnants
of my dream clinging
to me like sleep…
remember when your teacher used to say that?
and it was all like ‘oh no im here like next week that doesnt make sense’…
Nora wouldn’t look at Charlie.
He couldn’t know how the wind screaming at the corners of the house had already torn the shutters off her…
so ive got this great snowball technique
its called making twice as many snowballs as your opponent…
