Toolshed

If I was a broken clock. Would you throw screwdrivers and bolts into my Toolshed   And for everyday I thought it could go away Would you cast a thousand hugs across my arms And spill words from your mouth into my brain   Until it all turns to rainbows You thought would come after…

Where I’m From

I am from a tall yellow house, scattered with long windows to let the light in From bright summer days by the pool, and otter pops I am from the steam slowly rising above a rice cooker (white, but transparent as it curls through the air) I am from the tanbark in my shoes, And…

Petals

Every petal Plucked Floated onto the Iridescent patchy grass field As green as her handkerchief Dusted and worn Because her tears fell like raindrops in winter Flood Storms Through the hallways, everyday as she walks through the beige and empty Hiding her hurt And memories