Poems from On Reserve
"Fuck."
"I want to die," I say.
"I wasn't supposed to let it get this bad again," I say.
As if I have any choice in the matter.
As if my...
Weave flowers through your hair
while we sit in the garden.
To be alone with you,
not touching, never touching,
is a sublime torture,
an...
I wish you talked about me
the way you talk about him.
You float through thoughts of him
while I drown in thoughts of you.
Your aching...
I bleed coffee
from countless sleepless nights
and I can't tell
if the bitter taste in my mouth
is from my drink of choice
or memories of...
When I was five
my cousin stripped the clothes
from my body.
He put his hands on my skin,
hands everywhere.
When I was five
I repressed it...