Thursday, January 20, 2011


I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh

Sunday, January 2, 2011

I need a plane ride i need a sunburn

I'm tired of this rain. I can't remember what sunshine feels like on my skin anymore