Saturday, December 22, 2012


He asked if I've ever written about him before.

I told him I haven't. And though not entirely untrue; I failed to mention that, somehow, it feels as if I've been writing about him all along.

A ridiculous notion, in itself.

Even more so if you put into consideration that I've only met him last month.

Here you go, then.

Friday, August 31, 2012


Goodness, I love his voice!

And how it seeps through his nose. I love that meek whistlethat almost lispssweet ssserenity, when he calls my name! I love the way he falters through his sentences, constantly fumbling for words. And how flustered he gets whenever he mispronounces the R in my name. Darling, you don't need to hide from me—

I am not them.

But you don't see that, do you?

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Dark Undone

Pull your knees apart, he said, and I'll show you magic, I'll show you god.

He didn't.

But he took me through the seven heavens.
Aurora borealis, aurora australis
Him and I in infinite
Him and I in constant
Around the sun.

And I beg
Never, never
Never stop.

And who am I? he said.

Oh, god.

Sunday, January 8, 2012


Forgive me, I
Would like to torture you
With anticipation.
Like a volcano
And its would-be eruption.

While I'm at it
Maybe I'll touch you
Then pretend I never, never meant to.

Vesuvius, my love.
How hard must I try
Until you com
pletely lose your mind?