Lilly White

When she passes,
a ghost, a haunting has-been,
do you see her,
the girl with the high forehead
and clear, wide eyes?

Her anger is a wisp of cloud
she thrusts at your retreating back,
her misery an apple
rotting under a tree.

You have forgotten her name.
The walls have consumed her,
she is cream-colored brick that
you will pass every day without a glance
and yet, her eyes
will see you still.

Meal

That night at the fast food restaurant
I received my choice, paper-wrapped
filled a cup with a rumble from the ice machine
and slid into a plastic booth by the window.
Together my reflection and I
spread catsup from foil packets and
ate you, bite by bite
until you were gone, sesame buns and all.

eventual

A dream of togetherness
Turned into a brighter mess
A faint sigh my spoken best
Now, now

Make way for the simple hours
No finding the time it’s ours
A fate or it's a desire
I know

So I was the lucky one
Reading letters, not writing them
Taking pictures of anyone
I know

So let the sun shine
So let the sun shine
So let the sun shine
Let it come
To show us that tomorrow is eventual
We know it when the day is done

Au Revoir Simone lyrics, "Lucky One"

Journalism

I’ve been thinking about
writing lives in newspaper headlines:
High School Boy Claims Love
Girl Frantically Pops Cough Drops Before Trying to Speak

Or maybe tabloid headlines:
Extra! Extra! He Won’t Look At Her!
Her Scandalous Confession: When He Speaks To Me, I Want To Die
A Girl’s Anger: I Want Him To Hurt Like Me

There would be black columns of facts
And colorful pictures taken from unattractive angles and
I was thinking maybe if I
dissected them?

… I’m running out of ideas. The sky is streaked with orange
and i have nowhere to sleep.

Let Me Break the Ice

And somehow
It never seemed to matter

Because, after all,
Actions are said to speak louder

And your words,
They were beautiful but so
Quiet. So very like
italian frescos, striking and yet
A peeling lie, a crumbling tribute to your indifference.