They bought her a dress because she was hot 

I can feel my heartbeat in my arms the pulse a shaky drum like cinnamon 

I see her face it’s the face yours will grow into 

a mom is the second car at the light while their child is the first. She honks. 

I used to think I didn’t care if you were proud of me until you said you were

until you said it

until you said you were 

Dog dress day 

long lashes regrettable 

I sing now for the extravagant of heart

for the growth in your kindest mindset 

do you know this 

what you broke down I built up 

no matter what you told yourself you were not really there for us 

“Everyone loves you”

he says and I think he really believes it

here I have just a few things to do

one- where will I swim 

two- where will the sun be 

three- what fruit will I eat

everything else will take care of itself 

in the breath of the warm day

it will all be done 

toss aside the caution cone

the cons are over 

there’s a magic pop in every step 

I ate the last monster that knocked on the confessional door

Ate IT

let’s marvel and swoon 

at the unknown of it all

my thoughts are a free joke to the universe 

chanting I’m loved I am loved I am loved I am loved

I try to console myself 

through preparation of loss

anguish and missing are top of heart 

I want to walk with innocence that’s new but old to me 

a returning 

half asleep

soft again without a schedule 

in the circles again where the moon shines

I heat up with fear 

I heat up with anxiety 

I heat up

breathe to start

to remember 

to connect

to myself 

my task is in my hand 

my spirit in these boxes 

as I find I’m everywhere 

warm 

I don’t know what I’m doing with my lips yet

I know 

my pieces shake 

and I love really warm fresh air

glitter in the trees

small footsteps on ten stairs 

where do all the words go in our

made up world 

inspired by listening to mirrors

fearing the infinite stars

how we kid ourselves that we can capture anything 

or that he is made of me

when you are glorious you

how wonderful to be all these different things

Make it on the spot

gone in a spot 

no matter what’s up 

in a small spot 

I want to know what 

8:21 feels like some place warm

a poet makes it all 

so romantic 

full of taste and touch 

dead dogfish beach

I can’t give you any more warnings 

chocolate museum days 

are in my memories 

and I hope they’re in yours too

with trains in hand 

Fall asleep with my feet in your hands 

Fall asleep with my feet in your hands 

Fall asleep with my feet in your hands 

no more sour 

Captured blue

pineapple rabbits

you held the bold

inspired the dark shine 

gutted the false

out with your heart 

I listened to your every word 

if we’re honest about the time it takes

I only smell lilacs now

drunk on stars 

below nothing 

above everything

we don’t want to see it coming 

the arrival is green

she sang to the ageless

laughed at rules 

held fears like a tender baby 

the names and the songs 

that will be heard always 

I know I’m scared of September 

I give into October 

November is bleak 

December bleaker still 

in January I hope for lies 

that in February might come true

March makes me tired 

and I embrace April’s teasing flowers 

when May arrives I vibrate with anticipation 

and in June I breathe again because

July is joy and 

August is love