There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
— Ernest Hemingway

cluster 10.11.16


when everything seems to be going well

I fuck a few things up

just because.

I call it

self esteem.

crush 12.12.16

It is not that he did not show

but that he had the audacity

to make me want him.

GO ahead and put yourself out there 12.9.16

We spread our arms like boughs

our fingers as branches 

and tremble in the wind.

Spines 2.15.17

Never has it been so easy to stand straight and tall.

But last night I lay and remembered when I loved you.

I have stiffened my spine.

I have no longer the time

for such