When God Closes A Door...

What happens if there are no windows?

Palingenesis

Jane put her suitcase under the bed.
The Gardenia Dress was still too big.
Her walls were still purple.

The lavinder cat purred,
and Jane addressed him solemnly:

"It is not time for the palingenesis yet, Demiurgus."

In Honor

"Oh Fuck
Goodbyes Suck."

-Lyss Gorman

Connect The Dots

My body is a connect-the-dot
I draw lines with melting crayons
in a childlike need to see a bigger picture of who I am.

I've been spending most nights staring at my own sliver of sky
between the arches of Columbia University
and the rising smoke of a million cigarettes.

Three things I'm scared of:

"We only have 10 days left here."
"We are out of coffee."

and that all of life, is merely a goodbye.

Brooklyn

We drove across the Bridge 2 summers ago.

Michael packed the essentials:
a jar of peanut butter,
a box of hangers,
and my scratched Simon and Garfunkel record.

It got hung on the wall,
we never actually bought a player,
the sound of silence was enough.

Waking up to sunrise skin,
The whirring of the fan,
and eventually,

to self.

Night Run

Swallowed a lightening bug yesterday
blink:
daisy colored dusk is on my cheek.

Tire Swing Romance

A solitary freckle on his nose
becomes the focal point of face

Marshmallow kisses that melt
sticky in the sun

That thawing of limbs
intertwining of tawny branches

A palpatation
a frantic need, a slow

Michael, rubber kisses, and a two month withdrawl.