Poems from casualblindness
strange, the number of girls’ houses
that i slept in, memorized.
that still pop up in my dreams as part of
malls or mansions or schools,...
there is something inside me,
i say this a lot.
i say this so much it's grown into its own
small world, its own small sea of love
that i...
i wish summertime was more than just gentle breezes flowing through windows.
a pool like an altar.
no one to worship, though,
where have...
- it's me, your daughter.
i don't know what to say to you anymore,
because i feel like you've always been able to say it for me,
the...
to the girl who was always painted red:
i knew you were angry at something. i didn't know it was me. you thought it was the one who left...