We Buried Your Heart
If we had sidewalk chalk,
we would’ve painted your entire driveway
From sunset till 3:34 we’d craft
with a full watchdog moon overhead
All Entries
Kneecaps
He told me about the time
When he scraped his knee so raw
He didn’t feel it till he looked down at the puddle
It didn’t hurt until he started healing
Those copper days passed like train cars
Closeted
I never tell you my weekend plans
but you never ask either
It’s okay, secrets are a good pillow
easy to sleep on and easier to forget
Growing Pains
This only hurts because my shoes don’t fit
I’ve outgrown them along with my heart
When I wake up my stretch marks ache magenta
Like rubber bands pinning me to yesterday’s standard
The worst pain is burying my heart
Dust
There’s a small little notecard
With your name on it
I keep safe in my attic
So that when Mother calls you back home
Sunflower Seeds
He died exactly how he lived
Nude and comfortable
Singing old songs everyone else forgot
With only trees to remember his light
Gardening
Come sit in my garden with me
I’ll give you a part to call your own
We’ll spend Saturdays weeding
through our scars and our too-dear memories
And on Sunday, we’ll dig neat little holes
Boulders
I want to sit with you atop a mountain
Cuddling clouds so long we turn to boulders
We’ll nap on canyon walls
and we’ll bathe in raindrops that could hold a whole lifetime
Your Cup of Tea
Content, simply as your cup of tea
Held kindly between your palms
Every sip feels ritual precious
I get to keep you warm