We Will Hurt Each Other
I will sometimes say things that are horrible and catty, things that are none of my business, things I wish I could shove back down my throat.
What Hurts Most Of All
I don’t know how to wear his history and I’m afraid I do it clumsily like a toddler drowning in his father’s penny loafers.
What I Wish I Could’ve Told Myself About Our First Kiss
She will not be Meg Ryan and you will not be the man that she has been waiting for with flowers and drawers full of her letters, but you will like her enough to try to be.
A Dot In A City
Three-point-three million dots breathing paint onto the canvas of this city.
It’s Been A While Since Anyone Cared Enough
I could read and reread all of these sonnets but would never glean half the meaning I wonder what it feels like to be a poet knowing that over half the world will only ever read your words in translation I wonder if that makes it worth it or if it just makes you feel small.