If you were here (or I were there), I would tell you I love you. This profound wave of the unconditional that I can neither explain nor support. I love the fact of your existence and that love becomes a joyful tracing of movement. The way you lean a skateboard back and forth down the [...]
Categories: explanations and things left unsaid
If you’ll forgive me, I don’t quite feel like talking. If you were here (or I were there), we would sit in silence and be grateful. Perhaps we would hold hands, but maybe not. The gestures of strangers. I picture you laughing often. Despite what I don’t know about you.
Categories: notions and sundries
My summer has begun. Summers are usually a whirlwind of gorgeous insanity. I try to pack as much activity as possible into the months when everything happens in my city. When outside is the only place I want to be. It’s my time to collect experiences. And I have this habit of burning myself out. [...]
Categories: author's notes
She cannot admit that she misses him. It would perforate her larynx and puncture his inner ear. She is frustrated with the weight of phrases that should be light and uttered often. She wishes there were other words with the shape of this gap and the shade of this affection. Her tongue is ossifying [...]
Categories: explanations and things left unsaid, out of joint
My day is a struggle against inconsistency. The phrases one ought to say but never does. The phrases one shouldn’t say but often does. The weapon of buttoned lips holding what falls misshapen off the tongue. There is more than these arbitrary preferences. One day I will smash it all and start again. I will [...]
Categories: intransitive verbiage
