I left the kind of wedding that made you want to get married. Oaks, live witnesses to promises you were sure they'd keep. Car ride home...

Did you think I forgot you? Velvet hands and lifts in your shoes. Took the invitation to your house upstate where I worried we'd split...

In my dream you showed up out of nowhere, pomegranate in December. You were sweet and ready, like you weren’t before. The last time I saw...

She calls me lady as she takes my order as if I was someone to be respected. I am not, neither are the men with their red faces and...

When she learned she grew less with life but swelled with stress. When they heard they sent gifts in boxes too big to fit what she'd...

You’ll find her on Sunset Blvd heavy eyes, lips ajar. She picks a carnation, white, from the neighbor's lawn. Her face lifts and falls,...

I used to find you funny. You’re thinner now, like each year has eaten the pieces of your insides that used to make me laugh. I used to...

Forever, you say, is how we console children you don't believe in consolation but I am a child

How often I've imagined your voice after coffee; the sound like scratching; the smell like desert. How often I've imagined your fingers...

The vastness of her legs and stomach belong to a higher power. She is not owner, but vassal of her figure; supplying their demand.

Reaching across the clammy world to remember your face at night the cities we've stepped on frenzied with drink and the sounds of love

If everything was blue our ending would appear happier; we'd call a break a beginning If everything was red my anger would dull against...

In another world, you took the 9am flight and moved into an apartment on Bleecker Street, so you could tell everyone you lived in New York.

Dinner is ready and the weather is great and I love my job and the kids are just fine and we have a trip planned for summer and isn't that s

I made this mess in the thick of you; the tangled, stuffy bits with their shades of distrust their claws.

I arrived much obliged, having waited quite some time to reside in Tinseltown. But what I’d marveled at from afar—what I thought were...

Do you remember me as I am? I lean against your empty wall or as you wanted me to be?

Nothing breathes here, not the way you're supposed to where you give back what you take in.

sweet boy, tired boy to the Bad Lands we go searching for eyes I can’t find anymore yellow, trumpet-shaped flowers with spines strong and...

The age of, "Are you staying for breakfast," wears off, as do the drugs.