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You weigh your love like gold, accurately sold to the decimal point — a luxury, sold for green, but I forget I’m a queen. I can afford it, but I won’t. I’m sure when spring rolls in and you meet the girl of your dreams who strums your ste…

I drove the hard truth home, shiny black metal at midnight. God, I don’t drive well — crashed into the white picket gate, into your yellow rosebed, wheels frozen in the mud, stuck in reverse. We’ve been strangers for a year now since you…

I am a little lost — lingering listlessly, a lone green lime in the laundry basket. The wind wails wildly, she’s a widow in black, ink smudged fingertips frozen in prayer — the yellow, tear-soaked letter folded between her palms. Hope, a h…

Madness is a citrusy scent in the air, so I stir it into murky brown tea. The tinkering teaspoon talks to the walls; the chair sighs beneath me. The tea, with milk, curdles, like a game of hide and seek with sleep — a waste of waking hours,…

Ma, I’m coming home today — a watered down and greenwashed version of myself. Pastel pink and grey walls, white oleanders in the leafy green garden — I’m grateful I can return home. Let me hide in the closet in my bedroom, as I hug my knee…

I waded through grey waters – a sandy step at a time, each tired footed step walking me to you. I waited at the shore – silken tendrils of froth, like silver seaweed, decorating my footprints. You surfed the heat wave and my heartbeat a…

The sky is dim while the world is still whole, swallowing us in halves and quarters like the phases of the pockmarked moon. You tell me, we will roll like meadows of spring grass, green grass with a hint of gold. Until then, I ask of you to…

I am a cabinet- light brown shelves hidden from view (read ‘you’) because I house a heart that beats too fast and too loudly for a body as small as mine. (If only anxiety were poetry). Bits of onion pink lint and a hint of mothballs sta…

I am walking down the blurry edges of time, snow, melodramatic and slow drifting down like thoughts too wispy to put together, butter-soft and white like clouds on a blue-sky day. I’m a little lost today, skating on the lake not sure if the…

Give me a holiday dream curling up like coffee steam from a cup, make that two, take me back to the person I knew. Girl in the mirror on the wall, when did you have your great fall? Was the grind the uphill climb, or the downward spiral?…