In June when you moved to New York, I Skyped you
every day from my bed at the crack of dawn, bleary-eyed
and still waking up, just so I could catch you before
you went to sleep. Sometimes our cat, Patrick,
stuck his head in the frame and meowed at your image,
licking the screen just like I…
It’s strange to think that the person you’re going to marry is somewhere out there, eating lunch in a subway station or spilling coffee on their dress slacks only five minutes before they have to leave the house for work, or looking in the mirror and hating what they see. Who knows how many mouths…
Someday I hope you’ll remove all the butterflies from your stomach
and count them up one by one, then place them in a manila envelope
to keep for all the times you need to feel something;
then you can let them free again. I wish you knew that loneliness
is a hell of a lot like soft-serve ice…
I don’t even remember your name now, but I do remember how
when we had sex it felt like holding a toothpick in my arms,
or how every time I tried to hug you, all I put my hands around
was open air. You were the missing color of the rainbow
that always bled its sadness like watercolors into the…
I am moving to New York City in the spring.
Yesterday, when I sat stoned in your bed at dusk,
the cicadas rubbed their wings against one another
so hard I was surprised it didn’t generate a current
of electricity from your body to mine. Forgive me
for trying to describe rain and only coming…
On the days your body spoils,
I’d still kiss you even when
you grit your teeth.
I’ll let you call my arms a buggy,
collect everything you need in them
while your Pasteurization unravels,
pretend Kardashian reality television
can armor white blood cells.
Make my chest an emergency room.
My hands will see you now.
J. Bradley, “No Song Titles Were Harmed in the Making of This Poem” (via pigmenting)
"He kneaded her heart like dough."
You’re having coffee in the morning, one of those mornings where everything is slow and sleepy and you’re still waking up, and then all of a sudden you’re kissing him, the kiss that involves two mouths that are still swollen from the night before, and the early rain is starting outside of the…