it’s like

when you first learn

to ride a bike

at first, it feels scary, the wobble beneath you

you’re afraid

to pull your legs up,

afraid to trust

your balance

and when you finally get the courage up

to put your feet on those pedals

move forward

everything becomes an obstacle

panic becomes your world

every pebble, weed patch

spells ruin


you ride

and one day,

you realize you are coasting

you throw your hands to the sky and

Lean Back.


i hope

the garden fairy,

who keeps watch, steadfast

over her subjects of great wisdom-

the cauliflower,

her subjects of relentless passion-

the cucumber,

her peasants-

broccoli and zucchini,

is unearthed

in 150 years

her ivory body

covered in dirt

she will be missing the butterfly that

graced her arm

her peachy lips now alabaster-

her watch is over.

A different seed is sown.


I like that you had to work hard

for my love.

I think you see me as soft-

warm and comfortable, a constant.

But I’m here to tell you

the work continues.

My love is conditional.

Love me when I’m impossible, when the chips

are down, when there’s nothing to say but FUCK

Even though my heart skips a beat

when you enter the room,

Please know- I’m not afraid to leave you.



i cannot keep

my hands from tracing

the smooth outline of your bow shaped


i cannot tame you

any more than

the mountains can tame

the rivers that cut through swiftly

my heart is set at overflow

for the half wild, half man


i cannot pin you down,

can’t change your mind,

your hair, your clothes

and that twists the valves to


others may come and go,

wishing to alter

that which they find



i live for the space

between your breath

and mine,

not a moment wasted-

when others find themselves

left with less,

all i feel is overflow.


I wrote you poetry

but the words broke apart beneath

your scrutinizing gaze.

I loved you.

But it broke apart beneath

your indifference.

You have changed my chemistry,

I walk around now,

inside out,

a different person.

Some days I dance in the light of that sun.


I curse your existence.

Who knew what it felt like to be


with thoughts and ideas,

ramblings and wonderings.

I sit in a chair

You are not here.

Is that easier or harder?

I have the rest of time to figure it out.

wrong number.

i’m sorry

your call has been disconnected

the number you are trying to reach

has been emotionally unavailable

please try your call again when

-they have realized what life is all about

-they have given up their teen years

-they have aged mentally past age 12

-they have gotten their priorities straight

-they have gotten over their ex-wife

i call and call

but the number

doesn’t seem

to work,

at all

at all.

Untelling the story.

we talk

I listen to the good and bad,

the wishes you had,

listen to the space between breaths-

I think I can undo this.

Undo the hurt, fill those spaces.

We’ll go back,

unwind that clock,

Undo the should’ve beens, the wish I’d’s,

Let’s untell this story.

We can make our own time machine

fueled by the electricity in our touch,

the heat from our kiss,

we can do this.

You give me your past

and I’ll give you mine.

We’ll cancel it out.

We’re untelling everything from this


Unraveling all that hurt until we find-

we’ve quilted something extraordinary.


His fingers travel

up the length of my legs

criss-crossing my hipbones,

trailing my stomach and

swirling around my breasts

Leaving a glow like fireflies

in their wake

I’m lit up, bone-deep.

When the morning sun

hits his beautiful face,

his long, dark eyelashes open to reveal

his honey olive eyes

and he tells me his dreams-

with just a few words

I travel.