poem: unopened

thirty day poetry challengeday 01 - 'unopened' like her legs the night of the yellow-dress party (and heryellow hair) his skin still caught in her throat. she said -- I don't carewhat your grandfather sayscan't we take this far away and crash into immortality, the city a loud and bright envelope the partygirls standing, watching…

poem: happiness

I know good things take time—but I wish we were already at the part where he is texting me 'goodnight' and I am waking up with his breath on my back— that we already owned the studio apartment, the kitchen window looking out on cafés and city alleys, the baby in the living room and…

poem: summer fruit in the city

so is this what it takes? we are not meant to speak of the inner life, the girls falling like apples; it should all be chaste: small stories of people kissing in stations and camps, her glory fluttering under your hands, her becoming all raw and red. you thought you were a god because she…