Poetry, Uncategorized

Spelunking Solo 

Emotionally unavailable 

You wrap around my mind

Flirting with disaster

Falling deeper

Falling faster

Falling deeper for another

For whom I am “the other”

There’s no possible way

That I can settle for this

So we’ve hit rock bottom

And I’ve started to dig. 

I suppose I’ll be proceeding alone. 



A human

A heart of fool’s gold

I open in earnest,  I express, and I trust

An unearned guilty conscience

Suspicious of my own reflection

A body of contradiction


There’s nothing left to know

But you don’t understand

Nothing left to show

And you still can’t see me

Blue in the face for nothing

Yet you define me


Trapped in the details

Endless words left hanging

Thickening the air

It’s impossible to breathe in here

I care more than you’ll ever know

Though I am more than what I seem

I always seem to be what you say


The Other Side

the other side of the bed

is where i keep my heart and my dreams

and my bag and my keys

when you’re gone


my heart on my sleeve

of the sweater i wore earlier

lay there as well

feeble cableknit weight

attempts to occupy the void


i dream of sprawling

using the space

but i stay on my side

leave room for phantom heartache


my thread count matched by memories

counting sheep

counting excuses



forget a companion

any other would find too hot, too near, too far

an unsuitable cotton environment

i miss you,

down to my linens