You

You love the people that love you But you let them speak without love Let them act without love Let them think without love And now it’s Another night feeling like the worst one. You don’t remember what good nights feel like You don’t remember what it’s like to go to sleep with dry eyes…

Twitch

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…

Quiz Me

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?…

Kind Of

We sit in his childhood bed with the lights off. “We break up, we get married, or we die, okay?” I reply. “That’s how all relationships end. So if we break up, well, at least that’s better than death.” He sighs. “Kind of morbid, don’t you think?” “No,” I say. “Kind of optimistic.” This post…

Perpetual Motion

My thoughts are in perpetual motion. Where am I going next? What is he thinking? That’d be a good name for a cat. That’d be a good indie band name. Do I hate her? I’m sorry. I’m confused. I need new shoes. I have too many things. Do I say hi or pretend I never…

I’m From…

I am from suburbia where the PTAs are a little too involved where people are dangerously unconcerned about crime where not playing soccer somehow made me inferior where kids have never even seen the inside of a city bus I am from eating Indian curry and Thai stir-fry instead of hamburgers and spaghetti and multiple…

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You Give Me Fever

I have this fever. 104 degrees. I try not to move, restricting myself to the confines of my silhouette of body heat. Sweatshirt, sweatpants, socks. Even my hood is up, and you know how much I hate that. Layers can only do so much. My body is homesick and you are home. I try to…

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Not Quite Gone

Even once you think you’ve finally moved on, I’ll still find you in the most unexpected places. My favorite book will appear on your shelf. My fingerprints will decorate the condensation on your water glass. Every newscaster will say her vowels like I do. You’ll find my smile tucked behind the mirror and my too-dark…

I Do

She fingered the hay bale that served as a makeshift church pew for his farm wedding. Every detail was taken directly from Pinterest—just what they had both sworn to hate, but now he was vowing to love until death do them part. Welcome to Microvember, my take on NaBloPoMo. Each day this month I’ll be posting…

books

The Only Words

He wasn’t a reader, but he promised to read my favorite book, knowing how desperately I wanted him to love words the way I do. He started reading in June. Two months later I boarded the plane to New York with a memory on replay: running to his car in the rain the night before, only to hear…