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Yesterday I saw rain on the car windowfrom the inside with my handspressed against the glass.touchless rainslipping into the car filling a chipped, ceramic vase spilling a peaceful breath against the floor. the sky is prettier in puddles and in songs because sometimes lyrics are a prisonand also my only escape from the empty,unmotivated &Continue reading “Kiss the Rain”

it’s rainingpowdered sugar.maybe i don’t hate snow after all,but the mess when winter is over.Like funnel cakes. When the amusementpark closes. and your hands are sticky.and you know the mess is proof.proof of something sweet.but you hate how it’s on your hands.and the way you ate it so fast.you’re a messthe whole way home. IContinue reading “funnel cakes”

on my flight from koreai watched riceboy sleeps and i cried suddenly immediately on the screen nothingsignificant happened.even thoughall of it was in a lot of ways i knew simon.and i thought about my mom toolately. too late. and too later.like david i didn’t suddenly cry.i finally cried. what does it mean to understand yourselfsoContinue reading “late”

I always liked old looking shoes with yellowed out rubber soles, because I like the idea of feeling new, but looking as if I’ve been worn before. but maybe my shoes just look dirty. I wish you could see the love in being worn.in being turned over and over like pages in a book someoneContinue reading “the love in being worn”

There are no warm words to describe him.First one awake.In the freezer aisleHis mother tells him to pick his favorite Smart Ones. Little red Boxes drop into the cart. Next to notebooks, Folders, Coloring pencils etc. They wonderIf they will last. I recently learned What it means to cook for oneAnd why I love cookingContinue reading “Smart Ones”

the truth is. i don’t want to see anyone so i sink into bedsheets again like tea bags forgotten and left in a cup for daysdandelion roots and honeysweet. scented. for some sickness. You don’t know.You are already loved unconditionally.in the secret life of walter mitty.sean says to walter.beautiful things don’t ask for attentionsometimes iContinue reading “the truth is.”

when spring comeshe walks into the lake alone as if he is six againand he wondershow long he can hold his breathuntil younotice