this fragile thing

i hold this fragile thing in my hands. my cupped hands barely contain it, as it spills out from either side. i've steadied myself to control the momentum. biting my lips, i draw blood. i'm rocking the theoretical boat, and regretting each push and shove. it's already escaping in the cracks between my fingers. it… Continue reading this fragile thing

i listen to the sound of you falling asleep

i listen to the sound of you falling asleep. in harmonious accompaniment with the morning birds. shy smiles, biting fingernails. the distance between us feels too great. come here, closer, so that i can rest my head on your chest. so i can walk my fingers north up the magenta line tracing back to conversations… Continue reading i listen to the sound of you falling asleep