Saturday, August 31, 2013

maybe you can feel me,               the clunk
the clunk in my chest                    in yours

the drop in my                                 the drop
diaphragm,                                       of your hand

maybe you can see it,                  your eyes
my eyes open as open                 seeing as

maybe you can hear it,               is
the hum inside my                        from your

maybe you can think me            as I

Monday, August 26, 2013

tired, but empty so
I'll lay at odd angles, in uncomfortable 
positions so as not to fall asleep. keep
hoping that maybe I'll make something
more of today, make
something, just make
something that makes today
a little more worth it, makes
me a little

Friday, August 23, 2013

Saturday, August 10, 2013

can breathe                             in this

pick my breath from the empty,
carryit in your lungs, like it's your own

clear space in my own lungs, let you curl
hear my heart beat above your head
feel my breath quicken
and slow

my curved spine will cradle you,
hold my knees against my chest so you are 
warm, lift my diaphragm so as not
to crowd
you out

I have room, for you
here, I have

Saturday, August 3, 2013

This is not why I like your poetry. This is why I love you.

"Because poems look like pies through rose colored glasses and it's really hard to find a bad pie."

 - SH