When you look like your mama
And your sister
And all the strong women who built you

I would like to give you
Fluorescent orange poppies
The ones that line the California coast

How will I wake up?
From your titan warmth
The hold of our hands and legs
How even after months
Our bodies conform

Tucking myself into the warm seam of your tighs
Thinking, babe, you’re gonna miss that plane

Your visits, a replenishing, gentle shock
Each time, moving in slow motion
I refuse a formal goodbye
Yet I am at the mercy of your reaction
Laying siege to your touch
As I peel away

That unique feeling you get. Smothered into that pocket between your heart and your gut. This feeling, sometimes called butterflies... but for me, a sinking feeling. One that swells for a moment and rises into my lungs. Exhausting and vocalizing in a heavy sigh, with a a romantic song.

Today, I see more.
Whoever made you was a sensitive person.

The earth was breathing
The waves creating motion
Like a gently rocked child
Cradling a turquoise air
Can you create my eternity?

Even in our strong, youthful hands
When we hold them
Can feel the blood pumping

Within the organic nature of our touch
Your moves are methodical to my pleasure
Make my body erect
Aggressive, passionate, loud, past
A real performance

Why is there still this space inside me? I sigh at the cost of loss

I remember when you told me, how beautiful I am when I sleep.
How I am beautiful yet so unaware.
How you wake up earlier than me, and calmly stare- in awe that you have me - grateful to have me

I try to remember you

and let you go

at the same time

And in the end

you learn

how to be strong



As we say goodbye
the sea levels rise

As I loose confidence in the world
Knowing it isn’t mine anymore-
without you in it
It wasn’t my world
without you in it 

Hold on to what hasn’t happened yet
Keep that present in your memory

Flowers will start growing-
Until we meet
And I will hold a rose in my mouth
And hope it will blend with my smile


I keep seeing numbers
One, two, three, four
I want to count –
Things are more digestible that way

One, two, three
Swing me around
Throw me a bone

I want to sing
But I am waiting
Until I can count backwards
So when I get to one
I won’t feel so lonely at zero

One day
Whether you are
or 65
you will put a fire inside me

I've seen nine moon phases since you
As the moon waxes and wanes
I can travel far
But never too far from myself

I can comprehend that now


Look at your little kid eyes
The mud puddles
The sweet spot

Push your worries aside
Perform for me.

I see someone walking down the street
Someone who looks like you
I yell -
See me!
If I don’t yell for you, I will disappear

Left unmoored in the middle of the thoroughfare
Life is not comforting me
Left temped by other horizons

Even with the longing for you
You not being there-
Feels Warm
Feels real

Today I reach from every corner of the sky
Extend my arms wide
Heart leaking -
They can smell it in the street

Is it getting impossible to breathe?

comfortable in seat

you have pulled the confession out of me
where does sadness live?
I feel like there’s a hole above my collar bone
sadness creeping in a place I didn't know existed

you place your hand on my mind
you placed your hand on my heart

Don’t let yourself loose me
you are a range in which I run
no feeling is final
give me your hand

enduring patiently
walking beneath the darkening ground
you’re overcasting shadows
but I can move in them

Stretch a little more
be comfortable in your seat.

petals of shine

sun soaked
no blonde hairs
what do you speak? I ask
the present tense. She replies

I feel what you feel
when the island sun turns to city grit

Nothing shines here
cloud soaked
neediness for shiny things to blind us

Swelling under concrete
shuffling and the press of bodies
I mumble in my magnificently unknown words
in the midst of the crowd

if we must go to extremes
give me maximum illumination 

Blind me with your sun
sweet sugar, brown woman
shed my layers with your exfoliating ways

How can I measure how I love you?
the way you exude your shine
how the metal of the city reflects on me
this is the color of my dreams


paradoxically, a strong spirit and gentle heart
who says soft can’t be strong?
the good ones never come easy

the virtue of things growing
fighting against the blossoming of lies
the lies we fight

the virtue of things growing
who says soft can’t be strong?

originally, prostitution of lies
unapologetically, using it like drugs— to find truth
conventionally, distance does not cultivate strength

put me on hold-
keep creeping out of life
keep thinking you’ll put me back into motion
help me walk in the dark

a collection of well curated failures
walk with me outwards
willing to be afraid

don’t deny love-
fear wins this way

touch away the tears
attune, alter
can you hear how loudly I’m thinking of you?
press play


You have abandoned my secret storms
You want to love me when you can see the horizon clearly
But I need you to love my murky waters

I thought you would forgive
Once I undressed, you could see me
Unwrapped from all the mistakes

You forgotten too soon all the things I thought you could never forget
I’m sick of reducing relationships to lessons

I’ll always be sorry—
I always thought there would be more time

Now time has stopped.

I stand in the line that resembles the horizon. The line I created for myself
Your light is heading toward the horizon. The line you created for yourself

The horizon that sits within the sea and sky
The horizon that sits between my heart and yours

I remember that simple line like a vague dream
A vague dream I cannot afford to loose

So, Here It Comes

So, here it comes
Into the place where I have yet to discover

Here you leave
From a place I wasn’t sure existed

Until you left
And now I sit.

Here I am.

My gaze intense
My deliver friendly

For how many times do I have to come to you?
For you to know, I would always try

Easy when I do it
Harder, when you own all the air around you

I rebel against suffocation,
How many times have I told you that?

I understand how it’s hard to come back to something that won’t stand still

But stillness has always been my enemy
I smell running on my skin

I am free, hence why I’m lost

Among the Giants

I decided I wanted to wake up
    one more morning
I decided I will wait
    for you to come back
I only wanted you to cherish me

Yet, here I am among the trees
The only majestic creatures left
Stoic, yet lively
Standing in solitary confinement
Buoyant, floating with the land 

I never thought I could feel more than they do
The trees can solve anything
The last pillars of the great green earth
If they leave it would all signify differently

So here I am among the giants
Waiting with bare legs
Like a visitor who becomes a permanent guest
I am seeping into nature
Silent and motionless
Just like my towering neighbors
The moon as my beacon
I remember when you were my light

Ghosts of Crossroads

When we are found at a new crossroads we often use it as a time to figure out who we are now, who we were, where we are going. We are blocked by a somewhat heartbreaking checkpoint -- a stop in the road where we are forced to look into ourselves, out of ourselves and all around. We are in motion.

The ghosts of roads traveled
Parts of me that are supposed to be covered and now exposed
Delicacy has trickled off me—
I’m restless

Often I don’t wait–
I’m anxious for a breath to fill in the space
Waiting for a free rhythm

Something indicates you’re behind me
Trailing my muffled steps
I refuse to be adrift
Yet I cannot ignore your lecherous shadow
Depriving me of purity

Yet I keep looking behind me —
For the ghosts of my crossroads
With every step they melt off me
What I want to be is unlatched

My movements are bottomless
I walk freely at night
I don’t believe in looking where I’m going
I am an old loneliness
I frolic with my ghosts

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No Reservation

Doesn't it seem too late to be living?
Somehow the harsh realities have fallen into place already--
Like when the clouds change color so quickly after the sun sets
All of a sudden the sky drops, and the shades of color fade into ashen grey

It's late here.
I can tell by the way your one eye is closing in on me
Somehow you have already fallen into place
Like you are set in stone
Our bodies are tolerant
Plastered with the adhesive of persistent eyes
No thought of any reservation
I will not wait for you tonight

I always try to fall asleep before you
but tonight, you have caught me


When you close your eyes
There is a dream there waiting to be seen
Why must you close your eyes to remember?

I can't see when I sleep.
I close my eyes when I cry
Without it, I would never see--
or feel the water form at my corners

I close my eyes when I feel you.
Because I don't want to look anywhere else.

I close my eyes because they are sewn shut with time
I always find it too late to be seen

How will I know when you look at me?

young dead men

The other night you asked me, “Which is stronger, life or death?” But I knew you had already made up your mind. “Life,” I answered, “Because it bears so many evils.”

They always said we should be surprised at everything. 

When the cluster of experience fades away and all that is left is looking, and looking, and re-seeing what has withered, I look to the ones in which I’m not yet acquainted. But time has dimmed his delight in new scenes and strange faces. Almost overnight he was denude of life.

You’re a lovely man. Well, you were. 

You turned piercingly on me. Your efforts are ruinous, darkly rooted in desires and satisfactions. Selfish hopes that are often unfulfilled. 

They always said it takes a very long time to become young.

I never intended to be where I am. However, I’m standing here. While you wither with quiet desperation, I’m looking fear in the face.

I have no cautionary words for you. I walk the serpent-like, boisterous roads. I walk into the dark gradients of the unknown. Only to find myself solitary at the bottom of the well.

I will not list all their names here, because they are so numerous. 

The young dead men that have given me a memory of a lifetime.


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the heart that you took from me

So I met you-
unavoidably so-
an unavoidable surge
so now, i love you.

She had been in love in her head
Seems mystifying that I, had been, in my head, in love.
Living on an impulse
Fumbling at my spirit

I happen to be standing
For a while I knew we had a lifetime
I never intended to be here
Now my river runs to you

This is a seasick way
This almost, always, never touching
This consistent movement
This to and fro

So I met you-
the heart, you took it from me
unavoidably so-
so now, i love you.

I Want to be the Color of the Sand

I want to be the color of the sand
I want the golden hues in my hair. I want the murky brown in my skin.
I want a strain of white running down my leg. I want grainy imperfections on my cheeks.
I desire the coarseness on my knees
To me, that means I have lived.
The evidence of sea rooted in my blood.

I want to age like the sand
Smaller by erosion
A fine grain that feels good to be on
A surface that moves with the wind
And settles with ease.

I want to move like the sand
Get in all your creases.
Be the constant reminder that something is on your body
The reminder to rinse yourself clean.

I want to be static like the sand
Evidence that there is support under your feet.
Truth that gravity exists.
The safety net when you can’t escape the reef