The world is an ocean but no one told me just how tired these arms could get when the night sky drew overhead like a down blanket embroidered with stars. Trees bend in the wind in the same way I lean against the deafening silence in a train station inhabited only by me and the […]
I haven’t heard your voice for four days. It’s less than a week, I know, but it feels like a lifetime of breathing in sawdust from the wood I have fashioned into new bones for myself. You’re finally home after four days. It’s less than a week, I know, but four days will turn into […]
I collect spare change from the couches of yesterday and people I haven’t met yet, going without food and dreams for days because I can live off of the way you light up my bones and breathe life into my absent smile, but your time will always be too rich for my blood.