Who are three people- dead or alive- you’d love to have dinner with? I’ve known my answer for awhile now:

1. JK Rowling

2. Donald Glover

3. Weldon Kees

And they say we have monsters inside us all but I think yours just is a clever mask

Did you think of that?

Did you think of that?

Did you think of me-

On the nights you drew the mists home

Around the corners where you locked your doors.

You took me there once.

Around corners.

And locked doors.

I’m tucked away

Tobacco in blessed curled paper.

Licked.

Rolled.

Smoked away.

I remember when that was new

And it burned.

There’s a coat of it on my throat now

I haven’t tasted raw in so damn long

I miss-

Distractions.

You’re front

Blunt and centered

Enter.

And pass the lighter.

My recent struggles with sleep are a curse and a blessing. A curse, because I constantly feel like I’m running on empty, and that makes me anxious. A blessing, because despite my overwhelming amount of coursework I manage to find time to work on some poetry.

I haven’t posted any of them yet because I’m experimenting with how they flow out loud. But it feels good to get ease back into poetry a bit.

I’m not a big fan of actually reading my poetry to other people. That’s why I like the Internet, haha. I feel very, very uncomfortable when people read my writing in my presence. It’s like being naked. Actually, I think it’s worse than being naked. It’s like being emotionally naked.

I do a lot of public speaking, so that part doesn’t bother me at all. I just have a fear of exposing that shy, sensitive part of myself that leads me to write.

It’s not for another week and my stomach is already in knots.

I think it’s pretty neat, if you ask me.

The link is in the sidebar, or just click here.

I love it. It’s very, very intense. I love reading Harlem Renaissance type stuff.

If you’re into stories and poetry about race and the south with a modernist twist, I would definitely recommend it.

You change. Your eyes turn thermal. Your skin provokes. Your shoulders roll back like those oars F. Scott Fitzgerald finally settled on. I hold on to your neck like creation.

We forget to watch our backs sometimes. Right now, I feel yours clouding over. And I can just string together the words “tell me a lie.”

Then there are those songs that just have meaning.

“Hero/Heroine” by Boys Like Girls will always remind

me of my freshman year of high school. “I WIll Buy

You a New Life” by Everclear is freshman year of

college. Death Cab’s “Title and Registration” fills in

the rest. The lyrics don’t even have to fit the moment.

“I WIll Not Bow” by Breaking Benjamin is the song that

brought me to you. ”RIght Girl” by the Maine is the

song of our break-up. Childish Gambino’s “Bonfire”

is my redemption. “Longview” by Green Day- that’s

childhood to me. These are the songs that seam around

me and lace threads of my old selves to my new. They

don’t bring me back to better days: They bring them

Back to me.

I am

Approaching

Like the Sun rising up over the mountain line

An inhale.

I’m telling you to not be afraid

Of the footsteps growing nearer and

The rumbles rolling louder

Because I am not foreboding

But spiritual.

I’m moving the earth.

Glacial.