as I try to sleepyou creep into my roomlike wind through a cracked windowor the night on the longest day of the year I try to shut my eyesbut every time I get closeyou’re therebegging me to take a taste I try to breathbut you hold the airI try to screambut the words I can’t […]

Ope! Sorry (quickly) I’m sorry that I had to ask you what button to push in the elevator. Ahh, sorry… (awkwardly) I’m sorry that I decided to spread my cream cheese at the same time as you. My bad! Sorry… (uncomfortably) I’m sorry that I held open the door while you were still too far

My discomfort smothers my throat A phlegm pooling deep in my chest Choking my words as I try to say them My cheeks burn My lips crack and bleed as they say your name Which exists in a puff of condensation Bridging the gap between us Kissing your chin, your cheeks I can see your

For the scent of the wicker chairThat has lingered with me for fourteen autumns.For the way the wind shufflesThrough the three panelRusted screens.For the woven blanketDamp from last night’sOctober rain,And the shuffle of newspapersWith crosswords from thePrior census.The moments like this,With the hues of red,Warm against the brisk fall wind,Kissing the coffee mugWith mom’s pale