On Going Home
I wonder who answers at your old number. Some nights it’s the only one my fingers still remember. I’ve been running from the shadow you’ve made a home in. I got everything I ever wanted, and you never did. I still miss when Paris and London were just down the road. You settled down, and…
I worry that I’ve never written a love poem. I came close, once or twice, but I’m too shrill. “You’re a wanker, Number 9.” doesn’t sound right on my tongue or my fingertips. I worry that my grand moment will never come. No boombox in the rain or holiday meet-cute in my hometown. Heath Ledger…
Looking out the window at angry green skies, searching for the lake amidst the drops, I ask her, “Do you ever feel like you died and someone forgot to tell you?” Some mornings feel like promise and new beginnings. Others feel like there’s a few people—a dozen, if it’s fresh—standing around my hospital bed begging…
The Adventures of Super Mario
You left your mushroom castle for a little mystery, a little excitement. I hope you’re happy out there, with him. I swore I’d die a thousand times for you, but I just don’t feel like playing again. Why don’t you save yourself, Princess? This was never my adventure.
An Awful Thing to Waste
Here I am again, towering above you, trying to live up to the best parts of me. I said we’d have extraordinary lives, and I guess what I really learned is to speak for myself. You want to plant roots, but my mind belongs to the clouds. I’m blinded by the stars and sun and…