Trail

Plastic ribbon wrapped around a thinningsapling in the winter when it’s crushedby all the snow. I do not know the rightdirection I should go to make it out of there,on this distant trail that I am not familiar.Then you find me there all lostand looking everywhere for any signto trace my way back out to […]

Containers

Broken roller blades leaned againsteach other in the corner of their overpacked garage. The dust covered everythingincluding all the plastic decorationsthat had not been on displayfor several years now.In the center of the room by the support beamwas the burn mark from wherethe match was struck and gasolinewas scattered like confetti.The belt buckle they foundlooked […]

Correspondence

A mail truck is embedded in a snow bankand it’s headlights flicker just like blinking eyes.The letters are on fire from the enginethat is too convinced it’s dying to stopburning all the fuel left in its tank.She is watching from her empty streetwhile everyone is dialing their cellphones,and knows that something in that blazewas there […]

Shoebox Tape #8

In the cold morning they meet out onthe cracking concrete stairsand exhale smoke that’s thickeneddarkly by the temperature.She is driving back tomorrowand doesn’t know if she will evermake it over there again.He doesn’t think about it,and tries to speak of anythingthat could stick inside her mind.They check the time up on the clock towerand know […]

Twist

I guess I’m going home for Halloween againthey spent the whole night looking everywherefor her imaginary friend. There are goodreasons not to talk about the spray painton the ceiling, but it’s the only wayto tell them how I’m feeling.The goats penned out back cut their mouthson all the cans they try to nibble onto get […]

Monumental

He’s not her typebecause tonight is justa different kind of night.The placement of the planetslike a spiral spinning outwardfrom the crown jewel justabove where our old moonspins so much slower in comparison.It splits apart into the angelsthey describe in every biblein the real sense not that Renaissancedepiction where the harshnessof their form is stripped away.They […]

Hangnail

I’m tearing down postersfull of words I no longer believe,and the pictures while fadedwill still stay with me long after they’re gone.Rain drenched streets look likeconcrete mirrors texturedwhere water fills gaps in the gravel.It unravels the same wayalmost every single time.We get on the wrong pageand can’t tell if it’s her world or mine.The laughing […]