When you touch a butterfly it loses power over its wings You destroy it, make it static The greatest insult comes from preventing movement Because suddenly It can’t escape the surrounding wreckage It’s trapped, prey to predators Only knows rubble And I wonder why, If we know that we hurt the butterfly, We’re tempted…
Every body part has a name. Some of them are silly, like velum and fibula and phalanges and zygomatic arch Some of them are over before you process them, like foot and chin and pore. If given the choice between the basic big toe and the scientific hallux I think you should use the flashier,…
He launches my swing into the air so I can feel the freedom and the height and the potential He holds me up, in the air and in his eyes Delivering as much strength as he can muster Until I get “too big” for the swingset, and we have to shift indoors He records all those early moments through…
He sleeps with his fist held next to his shoulder. His thumb twitches. I curse myself for tuning out his rhythmic breathing, a sound I’ll only hear for a bit longer, as I fall into sleep. Dreams take the place of his reality. Sometimes I don’t realize how scared I am of something until I…
She had a system. Spend the whole first date hiding behind her phone; if that didn’t faze her potential suitor, he could handle her other terrible habits and her social anxiety and her strange particularities. She called it the screening. If he passed, he deserved her. This post is part of the A-Z Challenge.…
Even though we don’t talk anymore, You were once a really important part of my life I’m doing what I love, and I’m doing really well. But seeing you happy, working hard, and following your dreams makes me smile too. It’s okay to hang on. This post is part of the A-Z Challenge. My theme…
Where did you grow up? What’s your favorite baseball team? How old were you when you had your first kiss? Which colleges did you apply to? What’s your takeout order? Why did you hate your sister? How are you resolving that now? What’s your dream job? Why do you think you tackle life better alone?…
The day we met, you got down on one knee in the center of a doughnut shop No, not the one downtown–that one was under construction We went to the east side Territory unknown You, unknown You, pulling me into you as we sat on the waterfront You, hand on my knee Me, brushing…
If I let you go, then you’re not here. But if I make you stay, then you’re not there. This ordeal, I must say, is not ideal. This post is part of the A-Z Challenge. My theme is April Scribble, which includes microfiction, small vignettes, and poetry. For more alphabetical goodness, click here.…
.. / .-.. — …- . / -.– — ..- Even if I could only use Morse code, I’d still remind you that I love you. This post is part of the A-Z Challenge. My theme is April Scribble, which includes microfiction, small vignettes, and poetry. For more alphabetical goodness, click…
Victim to Charm 