My name is Chelsea. 22, collegiate life. My weaknesses include craft beers, bearded men, and the Oxford comma.
Some days.

Some days.


My apartment is as cold as a polar bear eating a snow cone.

Three weeks of exams, papers and projects then its back home for the holidays!

Oh yeah, and my birthday’s in there somewhere…

My apartment is as cold as a polar bear eating a snow cone.

Three weeks of exams, papers and projects then its back home for the holidays!

Oh yeah, and my birthday’s in there somewhere…


Sleeve

It’s nearly the lazy morning

And I find a new way home

Against the mountain wind.

My skin begs for better cover.

The lock welcomes the key

And whispers “when did you

Become such a night owl?”

The oak bedroom furniture

Feels awkward and alone.

(The dresser gets worried

When the bed is left empty.)

My dress falls to the floor

And finally breathes again.

I slide into dawn in cotton

My arms are climbing roots

Tunneling till my hands bloom.

I welcome the sight of stitches

Instead of arms of porcelain bones.

Northeast, the window meets

The shy profile of daylight’s smile

Coy. Like the day I met you.

I have something you haven’t seen

Hidden. Tucked up my sleeve.