september

the friend says i overthink everything but i was a good English student so i know that every little thing has significance and also nothing does. friend says I make him anxious. when i see my cat stretch white paws into the air to bat at balloons and human friends and things i cannot see, i tell him i love him but he doesn’t know … Continue reading september

pretty girls don’t know the things they don’t know

Gemini: There are things that you can forget, and there are things that will stay with you until they’re ready to leave. There are things that are yours to carry, and things that are yours to let go of. There are trees that keep their leaves all winter and there are trees that drop them, every year. There is world full of sun and rain … Continue reading pretty girls don’t know the things they don’t know

the half-life of love is forever

The reason I prefer to write in forms other than poetry is that i feel like everything everyone says is poetry (like: the half-life of love is forever) and yet everything is not apparently poetry — everything does not have the correct intention, carefulness that poets have when they write. Life is unpoetry. So I’ve been writing unpoems, bad poetry that hopes to acknowledge the … Continue reading the half-life of love is forever