THEN WE’LL BE HAPPY WE MADE IT

Maybe when the air cools, and it’s mid-Octoberand the farmers’ market stands are lined with jarsof homemade apple butter, and the whole earthlurches forward in steady motion again, childrencart-wheeling and climbing and pleading for fivemore minutes in the dying sun, receiving the nodof approval and screeching You’re it! to unfreezetheir endless game of catch-me-if-you-can, andContinue reading “THEN WE’LL BE HAPPY WE MADE IT”

CHAPTER ENDINGS FROM A BOOK I’LL NEVER WRITE

Alternate titles:A Collection of Real and Fake Stories: All Involving Hand-HoldingRepressed Trauma, but Make It ArtThese Characters Aren’t Real, so Stop GuessingOr Are They? Perhaps Partially IV.I don’t miss anything about him aside from doing his laundry. On my knees I’d sort his darks and lights, midnight labor, washing and drying his bedsheets from theContinue reading “CHAPTER ENDINGS FROM A BOOK I’LL NEVER WRITE”

CHAPTER ENDINGS FROM A BOOK I’LL NEVER WRITE

Alternate titles:A Collection of Real and Fake Stories: All Involving Hand-HoldingRepressed Trauma, but Make It ArtThese Characters Aren’t Real, so Stop GuessingOr Are They? Perhaps Partially III.On his nightstand: fifteen orange pill bottles lined up like plastic soldiers ready for war, a marble guitar pick nearly bent in half, an empty dream journal, and aboveContinue reading “CHAPTER ENDINGS FROM A BOOK I’LL NEVER WRITE”

CHAPTER ENDINGS FROM A BOOK I’LL NEVER WRITE

Alternate titles:A Collection of Real and Fake Stories: All Involving Hand-HoldingRepressed Trauma, but Make It ArtThese Characters Aren’t Real, so Stop GuessingOr Are They? Perhaps Partially II.Compromised by five different varieties of sketchy juice, S* asked me with bambi eyes if I’d ever, in the history of our knowingness, had “real feelings” for him. AlmostContinue reading “CHAPTER ENDINGS FROM A BOOK I’LL NEVER WRITE”

CHAPTER ENDINGS FROM A BOOK I’LL NEVER WRITE

Alternate titles:A Collection of Real and Fake Stories: All Involving Hand-HoldingRepressed Trauma, but Make It ArtThese Characters Aren’t Real, so Stop GuessingOr Are They? Perhaps Partially I.Even in the dim of the theater, I was almost too aware of him. I can’t precisely describe the awareness, but it was as if the act of himContinue reading “CHAPTER ENDINGS FROM A BOOK I’LL NEVER WRITE”

UNFINISHED SHORT STORIES

Twilight at the tennis court, heartbeats stuck in the mesh,this is how I want to remember you. In exaggerated gruntsand lilting laughter, in the scattering half-light you movelike an oil painting finished just moments ago. We’re clowns,both of us, exaggerating our grunts like the pros on TV do.I run like a fool, serve you theContinue reading “UNFINISHED SHORT STORIES”

A ROMANCE IN TEN HAIKUS

I.morning breath kisseslike pink butterflies landingthis pacified flow II.real love tastes funnylike cheap wine and too much skinnever enough time III.birthmarks, freckles, scarsconstellating your bodyinterstellar mold IV.serendipitous,you are my stumbled uponsudden stroke of luck V.a new renaissancewas born when I first met youclean resurrection VI.your shoes by the door,hands in my hair, becomingsomething holy nowContinue reading “A ROMANCE IN TEN HAIKUS”

IT WAS NEVER ABOUT TEA

Ballpoint poems on chewing gum wrappers,my words a brisk mint dancing on your tongue.I’d slip them inside your notebooks to unfoldon harder days, writing you into a new worldwhen your real one would crumble. We usedto make tea and then forget to drink it. NowI realize it was not forgetfulness, but our ownvernacular. There, inContinue reading “IT WAS NEVER ABOUT TEA”