Poems

I Fell In Love With Your Copay You stand at the counter arguing in a soft voice with a clerk who looks like they died inside sometime back in JuneThey quote a number that might as well be outer spaceyou laugh in that cracked way that says rent and sanity are leaving soonYou reach for […]

I Am Not You Verse 1I drag my shadow like a busted kite behind me on a wind that never quits and never really knows where it is blowingMy head is a hallway of broken speakers and noise whispers where every stupid brilliant thought keeps tripping on its own showingThey call me gifted like that

Hugs For Hopeless Bastards There is always one kid at the edge of the party who looks like an apology wearing bootsholding a drink like it bit firstBack against the wall, shoulders up by their earslaughing half a second late at every joke like they are bracing for the worstYou can see the history in

Human Garbage Disposal I will take your leftovers, your scrapsyour half-finished drinksyour emotional trash you do not want to sit with when the party endsI chew through plates and problems like steelswallow other people’s drama by the bucket while they call me their “rock” their “one real friend” Then when I am bloated with their

Horny And Heartbroken In The Same Hoodie I still sleep in your hoodie even though it smells like my detergent now instead of your mix of smoke and winter airNeckline stretched from pulling it over my head on nights where I wanted to disappear and still have something to wearI lie on the couch with

Hot Mess Emergency Contact You listed me on your HR form as the person to call if everything at work caught fire and you forgot your own IDI laughed when you told mesaid “that’s a terrible ideaI’m barely holding it together, ” you said “yeahexactly, we play the same part” Middle of a Tuesday my

Honey on Your Knuckles Verse 1 The kitchen bulb is hummingcasting yellow on the floorClothes are scattered in the hall leading to the door. You’re standing at the basinbarefoot on the tileLicking honey from your knuckle with a sideways smile. Tank top slipping down the shoulderhair up in a twistA mess of sugar and the

Holding Hands In The Fucking Pharmacy Line Fluorescent lights buzzing overheadfloor squeaking under shoes that have seen too many double shifts and rainy daysYou stand next to me with a paper slip in your handprescriptions folded like a secreteyes glazed from a week of sideways hazeKids whining in cart seatsold folks arguing with the clerk

Holy Mess Hallelujah I woke up stuck to the couch in yesterday’s jeans with a hangover halo buzzing round my skull like a broken fridgePhone full of bills, missed callsthree “we should talk” and one “you’re late againwe’re burning the bridge” Kitchen looks like God sneezed glitter and ramen packets all over a sink that

Heavy Night Verse 1 Your voice runs heavy, smooth and deepA sound that puts my will to sleep. Inside the quiethear the call, I lose my step, I give it all.Chorus In the heavy night, where the shadows lieWe find the place, just you and I. Lost in the motionon the brink, In the heavy