what’s left. of walk out.

what’s left. of walk out. his… i… there were violet green eyes. staring. i wanted to talk about when i gave up. projecting when life isn’t. wearing. tight lipped. quiet. retreating to my cave. four years back. i believed. purpose. worth. while deception boiled and bubbled both ankles i executed “us”. came out with style. i redesigned what you destroyed. mangled. counting methods of relearning posture. shooting those. straighten that....

in a space of separation

in a space of separation i woke up with glasses on my table and high-tops on my floor and he does not know that when i ordinarily rise every morning i immediately look for ways to stay sleeping. because the last time articles of another landed in my atmosphere i dressed in them. i put them on. i believed he did to(w)o. in every costume that i wear there is a demonstration; painted nail high-heeled glimmer. do you know how i looked to double...

downtown (2 of 2)

We’re in love by our third martini. Mine dirty, his with a twist. There is an excitement knowing how fast and temporary this will be. The waitstaff are talking about us. When he leans in closer to hear my voice more clearly, I smell violets and cigarettes on his collar, and lemon vodka on his breath. I subtly swoop toward him and we briefly touch cheeks. His skin is as soft as the summer atmosphere around us and the dim streetlights above. We...

downtown (1 of 2)

You told me to write you a story. “I want it to be true, baby. I want you to tell me the truth about the things that you do.” You don’t know a thing about what I do. All you know is what I tell you. And over the past two weeks, since you responded to my craigslist ad, I’ve told you random things. Banter. “It’s interesting that you’re a surgeon, I manage a hedge fund. There aren’t a lot of women in finance. Isn’t it important to...

upward trust

upward trust my focussed horizon is where i see past stories. lies about who we could be. lifetime purpose of running away. free to listen to nothing outside of me because my body is a piece of source; circular patterns chop paths back and forth. what if you knew there is only one course? learning. discovery. your own. self-worth. i was born listening. words, sounds and sky. abandon consent to embrace rebirth. grip on to your truth and never ask...
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