Category: Poetry

The Description of Details

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I think about all the melted chocolate, all the stained purses.  I think about the intricacies of naming. Calling it something.  Call it dark or white or milk. Call it almond and honey. Traces of coconut.  Call it pinched in sea salt.  I think about use. I think about naive pillows, not knowing the weight [...]

Pollen in June

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Pollen in June is summer’s snow, sticking to my sweat.   Pollen in June is a gentle snowstorm  coating the swings, the strollers, and slides.   The playground is full of mothers and their children, wearing bright cotton t-shirts and shorts, wearing sunglasses to watch the kids, wearing pollen in their hair.   A father [...]

Softened Butter

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I tilt my head to look more into his eyes, I like how tilting is more, it’s the most I know. I am twenty. I know how to tilt into eyes, I know how to remember when I want to: the younger sisters of October, a middle name, a maiden name, a stepfather. I like [...]

Of Morning

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I cannot decipher the smell of my skin from the bedsheets. Or is it just the scent of morning? The smell of a Thursday morning, what does it want from us? What does Thursday morning smell like to children? In Mom’s house? Dad’s house? What does it want?

Good Debt

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Every meal Every boiling kettle Every abandoned dish Every ice cream cone Every walk Every untied shoelace Every glass of water Every drive Every load of laundry Every movie Every evening Every moment that you spend alone creates debt and God watches it accumulate, waiting for the day to pay you back.

Reading in the car causes headaches

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Once, while they were driving, Lucy told her dad that she felt like the adult in their relationship. He drove out of traffic, into the parking lot of a dentist office and yelled at her for feeling this way. He told her all the reasons why she was wrong, all the reasons why she was [...]