Home wherever you lead,I hope your love leavesa map engraved upon myheart that I can trace witha touch and follow back tolinen sheets and tucked awayweekends that suckle awaySundays dry, until all we haveto drink is our bubbly laughterand fall asleep at dawn, oncewe’ve tired of sharing breadand conversation and tradingsecret glances, whisper touches,I ache…
Month: September 2023
Inheriting Dust
I was always told you were a hermit living out your days on a decrepit shanty boat. An old relic who shut his self away from the world. I reckon your hands were calloused with the repetition of mending crawdaddy traps, honing fish knives, and polishing a rusting gun barrel. Inheriting your old trunk, I…
Kayla Marie
I remember you thinking about what to do when we’re gone. There are so many options now, “Bury me gently in the cold dark earth” “Bury me in satin… Lay me down in a bed of roses… Send me away with the words of a love song… … oh oh” I could be a tree!…