Writing, Ideas, & Stories
he watched the sunset;
waves crashed against the unaware pier
clouds parted around the waning crescent
drowned sand reached for his pockets like a mugger.
he watched the sunrise;
the waves carried him out-
seagulls called to the morning fishermen
salt and litter crawled around his ears
waves crashed against the unaware pier
day of our showcase
pants hemmed the night before
shirt pressed the night before
day of our showcase
up bright and early;
birds chirped a fresh melody-
a duet-
can’t deny their chemistry-
Juliet.
night of our showcase
must have gotten lost the morning of
changed your mind the morning of
night of our showcase
down, late and groggy;
the foggy night swings-
memory of a duet-
marionette’s heartstrings-
where have you gone, juliet.
they try to divide us.
humiliate us-
they aim at our hearts
with fear, with force.
–
they need us to fire back
to justify their rifles
but our hands
stay open.
i don’t believe in ghost
but i see them.
scared if i say hi,
i won’t go back to the real world.
inhale, exhale at first crack
swishing in the clouds, harmony of mouthwash.
brothers on my bolt.
hovering storm plays their encore.
father grasped thy by my throat &
heaved into the black of night.
sister rain wailed.
crashing deep into our uncles wide belly.
you laid awake
listening through the creaked window.
serenated by bellows of our regular alley cat.
sirens grow more and more distant.
wearily focused on a blank screen
waiting.
first lover-
taught at the tips of her claws
bloodied- vanished into the hush of the night-
forgotten, bruised, Raw.
–
than you, a foreman, building our home- slowly
homely hands warmed my soul- yet
the scars bled too deep.
inevitably, leaving us, Raw.
–
now, chief surgeon’s table- my chest pried wide-
gaped wide enough to let her soul in.
she stitches through my veins; prowls on all fours
lovingly, passionately, deeply, Raw.
it was the night before;
the one you left in your rear view
driving 210 down main
but never went that fast for her.
memories are a crazy thing
one day they’re dreams
the next, nightmare
dread the night.
it was the week before;
like it was yesterday
tail lights chasing
fleeing
from a fear:
fear of leaving more bodies
alive dead npc
didn’t matter;
that life was messy-
-people got hurt,
-wake up.
this is real life,
it was only yesterd-
-that was three years ago
-this is real life,
-wake up.
like a pitched tent-
we hide away:
can hear see smell taste the world
but they can’t touch what we have-
–
around a camp fire, we tell stories
snacks and a heap of pillows
lip service is on the clock
& weeks worth of sleep in an afternoon
–
i like to tell jokes
& you’re so beautiful when you laugh
you know what i like
such a good girl.
–
you’re different out there
& so am i
but here- we are one in the same
a founding titan
mostly, i loved the editing.
looking at someone’s work
their body their life their soul- in my hands.
& they left wanted me to look after it
like a mother leaving their child for daycare
to be picked up
their sophomore year, changed, scared-
will they love the choices they made?
the hearts they broke, they may never know
but i do-
i was there for everything,
but don’t worry ms. worthy.
i think they’re ready for the world
Saint's Muse 