Saturday, April 11, 2015


You think I can be loved
You think you know me well
But when you don't quite get your way
I get a proverbial "go to hell".

It's strange to think of us
It's strange to think of we
It's strange to think we were together
And you still think we should be.

But now I've put my foot down
I don't want to live my life in reverse
But instead of talking, listening to me
I'm cut from your universe.

Friday, April 3, 2015

The To-Do Column

Your skin so smooth
Your smile so nice
Your eyes that glint
With a mischievous vice.

Your body strong
Your tongue on mine
You're reaching towards
Where you draw the line.

Saturday, February 7, 2015


Last night, talking with Jamie.
Last night, at the bar with Jamie.
Last night, winning pool with Jamie,
And he sets up my final last shot.

Meeting Jamie and falling for Jamie.
Jamie telling me how intriguing I am.
Jamie asking me if I lied to him about my age.
Jamie making sure I'm okay.

Jamie carrying my bags and Jamie saying;
"Let's just get one more drink!"
Jamie saying "sorry" about Christmas.
Jamie saying it's hard enough to see me at work three days a week.
But he still hopes I get the job.

Being with Jamie and time stops.
Being alone together in a crowded room.
Being told to keep back from Jamie.
"But it's not your fault. You didn't know."

In a parallel world, Jamie doesn't have a girlfriend.
In a different world, Jamie could be mine.

Thursday, January 8, 2015


Well now it's been months and you're still in my head.
I can't wrap my mind around the idea that you're dead.
You were so new to me yet you had my whole heart.
And now I'm so empty I don't know where to start.
To hit restart. To his rewind.
What was ever really going through your mind?
Did you love me too?
Did you love me back?
Or was I a game, another girl on the track.
I'll never know your thoughts, your dreams.
Whether I was your future.
Or just ends to your means.

Thursday, November 6, 2014


I'm on the train to teach and I'm surrounded by people. And all I keep thinking is how alone I am. As the tears well up. And I think about how hopeless I feel and wonder where all my dreams and ambitions went. When did I lose them? How? Did they fall out of my pockets? Spill onto the sidewalk? Did they fall at the same time you did?

Every day feels so hard. That same monotony. That same feeling of nothing. Nothing. No thing.

Monday, October 20, 2014

Psyche + Eros

You asked me why I was single, once.
"I'm too busy. Plus I don't believe in love," I told you.
You thought that was sad.
But you said you were too busy to be dating anyone, too.
Yet somehow we found time for each other.
Six dates in one week.
Countless messages, phone calls.
So many inside jokes as we wove the web of our private world.
In secret, for we didn't want to share what we had.
And then you left for your adventure, as you had planned.
"I'll see you soon," not "goodbye!"
Because you were coming back.
Because I was never good at goodbyes.
So instead you wrote me postcards on your travels.
You invited me to come join you, on the back of your bike.
See the world together.
We talked about what would happen when you returned.
We planned an idea of a life together.
Planned our next adventures.
Batgirl and the riddler. Against the world.
Our alter egos in our private world.
A world that's gone now. Broken into a thousand pieces.
Now that you're gone.
How can life go on when you're not coming back?
When every task seems a chore.
When every little thing reminds me of you.
Last time we spoke you told me I owed you a poem.
But this isn't what I was supposed to write.
It was supposed to be about happiness, love.
It was supposed to be about anything but this.
So now you go on to your next adventure.
Through the fields of asphodel and into elysium.
Into the great beyond.
Your taught me it was okay to love again and I fell for you.
Over and over again.
Forever in my heart, forever in my love.
I miss you already, Al.

Sunday, October 19, 2014