When I think of that old town One night sticks out, foggy and dull like the overcast sky on a hill, on a night with no sleep and no stars, I watch the spread of the city and its twinkling lights, and place myself at a distance from every single one and everyone at once … Continue reading ‘that old town’
Category: small figs
‘Tracy’
The same walls have called my name, in a roundabout way, millions of times But I’ve tried to stifle it, pursue silence from where I stand in the middle of the room I’ve lived in the same town’s only intersection for millions of years, in a matter of speaking keeping my broken left foot steady … Continue reading ‘Tracy’
‘untitled’
We are the girls too difficult to love With smiles so wide birds nest in the corners of our mouths And when we sigh, it sounds like a morningsong And when we sing, it's a symphony, released We are the selfish ones Sashaying through the universe and taking, looting, seizing, never giving We carry nothing … Continue reading ‘untitled’
