I guess the hardest part of it all is that even though I rank you as the worst one, the ultimate non-repeater, and still, I don’t regret you at all. I’d do it all over again, exactly the same. I don’t regret a thing about you and me. and it kills me.
I’m in a Subway that has online ordering, a drive thru, and delivers.
I feel like metal in a microwave
:she had a dream about me.
The poet’s journey involves a series of transformations because to write a poem is, above all, to change your life. And, no less important, to change someone else’s life. A poem is an offering. A poem is a common wealth.
If the words you spoke appeared on your skin, would you take more care with how you use them?
Last night, I had a dream that the names we call each other became emblazoned on our skin and the vehemence with which these words were spoken was indicated by the length of time the letters lingered on our skin.
Dark as tar the word running diagonally across my face jarred me. This word…I could feel that it would take months, years even, to fade. The slight ridges of typography tactile to gentle fingertips.
Words can lift a soul to joyous heights or plunge them to desperate depths.
Use them carefully, please.
This is one of the best things I’ve seen in a while honestly. It really made me self reflect.