12 01 12

Circling, wolves circling, come close to the fire
to this burning funeral pyre
say a few words, make the flames jump higher
Make me chuckle, oh make me grin
I'm laughing at death and I'll do it again
Tell me more
tell me why
Lure me in
make me try
I adore this, you and me fit

be a wolf

circle in close, howl at the moon
meet me in the middle, howl at the moon
Look me in the eyes and let your teeth sink deep
Gotta grip tight if it's me you wanna keep
Run
Make your heart keep pace with your feet
Run
Faster, stay neck and neck with me
Write me a winter battle cry
sing me a message with a star in the sky
draw me a castle with your hands in mine
And I'll grow you a heart if you give me the time

01 07 13

I'll paint your portrait
all cheerful hues and broad strokes of smile
Bring your face to my hands
Let me thumb over it
To read your happy memories
like they are upturned mouth corners
Let me smooth those worried brows
And trace the outline of a story
Written in the falling star freckles of your skin

10 24 12

My toes are in the water.

And every time a wave kisses the shore

You kiss my toes

kiss toes

tip toe

further in waves twirl, you swirl

kiss my mouth, kiss my throat, kiss my lungs

hair and eyeballs wet with kisses

until I am kissing the seashore myself

10 01 12

Darkness is softened by light entangling me,
giving that boy a kind of glow
that plays in his dark cherry pit eyes
that sighs around his mouth and slips into his fingers
The darkness creeps under his toes
to silence his steps
to muffle the tips of his toes as he tip-toes across the cold floor
He crouches and says a name to the couch
It awakes there's a girl on the couch
A small smile gleams for a moment
He's nearly whispering
As though he expects me to be listening
As though terrified of discovery
As though volume is dangerous
As though in a cathedral
As though this moment is sacred
The words nearly escape
Nearly dance, slip, dive, tip-toe away
But here they come echoing back
Ringing like silent bells and Christmas carols
Cutting like a knife through the cold air outside
And the dark sky overhead tumbles down on the snow-covered prairie
With a silence that sounds like a smile
 Here they come echoing back on the wings of his smile
The words
The words
The words
"I love you"
Words I already knew
He already knew
She already knew
That small kiss tells him she already knows

12 25 12

Ruffle ridge ribs
and uneven collarbones
wingback shoulder blades
and a mountain range of vertebrae
long-fingered, slim-wristed
dreamcatcher dragon
dreamcatcher dragon am I

10 16 12

"You're like diamonds," I say sleepily
"but before they're boring diamonds,
they're dirt and sunshine
and that's you."

"Honey," you say,
"I didn't cure cancer,
I'm your boyfriend."

The thought of you being diamonds
crosses my mind as you weep in front of me now

I wish I were hard as stone.

As the words you can't stop tumble out of your mouth
I start writing poetry in my head
which is awful
because for our ten months together
I haven't been able to write a poem about us
and now
it will be as though you never happened.

I write words down
to repeat to myself again and again
I tell myself bedtime tales of who I was
I speak my story to my own ears
But I never wrote down ours.

Now you're telling me that you aren't good enough for me
This coming from a person who says my name is so holy
in his mind that he stumbles over it every time he tries to say it out loud.
"K-k-k-katherine"
I think that's a song
Or I'll make it one
It's beautiful enough to be

Late Night Thoughts

I feel that I must write poems

and sweep broad strokes of paint

and sleep is just so boring

when I am composing

these kinds of paintings

in my head

besides

this bed is cold

and

I don't sleep well alone

I can let him go because I love him more than I ever loved our relationship

But missing him still sucks

When Biden said "We are leaving. We are leaving."

I cried.

Because one of my best friends has been in and out of Afghanistan fighting for the last four years since he got out of high school.

And our president wants to bring him home.

I have not written anything in...way too long. It's strange.

I think it’s because when I write, I write from a very personal place.

And so sometimes I don’t know what to say, or how to say it, because sometimes feelings don’t have a name

And sometimes even if they do have a name, I am afraid to name them, or write them down, because then they have to be real and tangible. They aren’t feelings anymore, they’re words.

I really need to write.

I know that I am not like other people. Is that because there's something wrong with other people? Or that there's something wrong with me?