Monthly Archives: April 2012


It feels limitless now, as if there is nothing left out or held in in any way. The ink on my arms seem more real then before as does the deliberate inhale/exhale of every single breath. Owl eyes and eagle feathers encourage the seeking of new adventure and tantalizing treasure. Tiny glass bottles holding my dreams released into the world with such courageous destinations. Take it out, put in on the bedside table and watch it sing. It looks like a childhood dream i once had of my heart but with wings and a mouth, only now i can make out the lyrics and sing along. Gift


It would be wrong. It would be wrong because the promise told would ever be the promise given. And so, the life that she thought she could have, the one of sea breezes, of peeling paint, of something sweet smelling from the back porch each day, of lazy cats and bad coffee, would never make itself real for her. The days of leisure, of wandering, of reading and writing, of dreaming would soon be over, replaced by a waitress apron, a jar of barely enough. And when the weariness, when the tiredness sets in, then so too does the hate, so too does the spite. And so, do you see? Do you see what i gave up to be with you. And years later, when trees were no longer birch and sycamore, but other trees that did not seem to sprout from mythical books, she would remember a certain picture she took before it all went awry, in that irreproachable promise of something different. She would remember an orange boat tied to a dock, a dock that she wanted, and know that it wasn’t him but the water she was in love with