Monday, August 26, 2013


someone is going to love it
they will love it when you cry over nothing
(and everything), all at once,
because they know it’s all too much for you
and they will love to hold you
when it’s all too much, they will
think you’re silly and sad and lovely

someone is going to love it
when you sneeze because you’re allergic
to daisies – such a cliché –
but you sneeze honestly
and you like the way it feels
to be bunched up inside like an accordion
and then ring out all messy and unraveled

someone is going to love it
that you have those sad, dark eyes
and just one dimple that only shows
when you smile hard
and when you laugh hard
(that ugly loud laugh)
they will love when it makes them laugh too

someone is going to love it
the way you demand a kiss on the forehead
and a kiss on the cheek; each one
to be even,
and the way you say, “I love you”
too many times
in a day

someone is going to love it
how excited you get when your nails grow long
because you’ve forgotten to bite them
or painted them black, again
how excited you get about dogs
and that you let them lick your clean face
but hate when people touch it

someone is going to love you
the best and worst bits
because the worst bits are you too
so someone is going to hate it
when you think you aren’t enough
because you are
all of you

enough for someone

Monday, August 19, 2013

The Numbness

What a privilege to be affected

Sickened by blood 
And scared of the dark

To have ears that shudder at screams 
Have hands that leap up to cover wide eyes

To feel every black and blue bashing 
Know that this is going to hurt 
And fiercely feel it when it hurts

A privilege to still break apart 
In childish ripples at the shimmering 
Boom-cracks of Independence Day

Every bump in the road is a bit of a ride 
Get that gratifying nausea after a spin

Cheer for the team and care too
Tap feet to the tune of anything soft and sad

What a privilege 

To feel the exquisite sting 
Of a broken heart
To move with the heavy sobs of
A perfectly self-crushing love

Better this, better that, better all these things 
- than nothing 
Than the numbness

Thank God I haven't caught The Numbness