(via cynthiareneee)
Rinse their words off of your tongue,
As they tasted too good to be true
Scrub your skin -
Where they touched you with ideas
Forget that they touched you
Forget that they wrote about you,
Each chapter, prose, every free verse stanza
Exposing a side of you, you thought you hid well
But they’re a…
just waiting for the day that I can finally wear booty shorts
me too
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When I was 12
I asked God to make me 6 foot 5.
I’m my opinion
Michael Jordan was Jesus,
Nazareth was a city in North Carolina,
The best time to pray was during 4th quarter
And basketball was the only religion worth dying for
Dear God
I’ve been pronouncing your name incorrectly.
I wrote it…
From John Reviews Twilight and New Moon
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In June when you moved to New York, I Skyped you
every day from my bed at the crack of dawn, bleary-eyed
and still waking up, just so I could catch you before
you went to sleep. Sometimes our cat, Patrick,
stuck his head in the frame and meowed at your image,
licking the screen just like I…
10 Honest Thoughts on Being Loved by a Skinny Boy by Rachel Wiley
The First Time I Met His Mother by Megan Falley
Elegy Owed by Bob Hicok
To A Sad Daughter by Michael Ondaatje
Home Wrecker by Ocean Vuong
Let’s Start With The Insult by Clementine von Radics
That Romantic Sunset by…
When my sister Olivia had the first miscarriage,
she wanted to file a missing person’s report. But the police chief
said there had to be probable cause, and there wasn’t.
I used to lay my hand against the warm skin of her stomach,
the tiny heartbeat no bigger than a sanguinella blood orange,
and I could feel its miniature limbs, kicking.
