ihavebeenfloated

I met you on a Thursday
there was rain drizzlin’ down
you told me your life story
though I didn’t ask
and I knew from that moment
that I’d never see you again

I ran into you on a Wednesday
your hair was pulled back so tight
your forehead reflected the moonlight
i told you about the girls who came
with their brown eyes
and left [...]

There is too much history in my bones.

I asked one of my grandchildren, “Where do you think your grandmother came from?”

“The past,” she answered.

Oftentimes I am afraid to go to sleep, for fear that my time will come and I will never wake up. Sometimes I am so tired so early in the day that [...]

Meowra was born in 1973. Her parents collected cats like most people collect dust on the junk in their houses. She tells people this, usually with a sly smile, trying to make it seem like her name isn’t so much a curse as it is a delightful bit of humor that will one day be [...]

“The dream always starts with me in a dark room. There’s three doors, but four walls, all painted a glossy black textured like snake skin. I always run my hands across it, and I’m always started by how warm it is. There’s no ceiling, and no lights, though I can make out the sheen of [...]

a breath is knocked out of you
a pint of blood lost
ten pounds of fat
a thousand words of thought
ten percent of your vision
and just about all of your happiness

say hello to the thing that fills these voids
it’s called unrequited love
and it’s going to kill you if you don’t get over it

I drive eastbound into the sunrise,
leaving a trail of broken hearts in my wake,
as wide as the freeway and easily as long.
But the one that will never heal is my own,
because the regret of guilt
and the guilt of regret
are two things that will never go away,
if only because i wont let them.

He sits down at a black table in an nondescript white room.

He pulls three things out of his pockets.

He lays them out on the table: A knife, a bag of marijuana, and a little piece of nothing.

“The knife,” he says aloud, “is the pain it can bring me, along with the emotion. I’m never happy [...]

I’m surprised she can’t hear my teeth. I’m grinding them together so hard that I swear I’m going to break my jaw, but she doesn’t notice. She’s mumbling something in her fucked up accent about cats and tongues and I couldn’t give two shits about what she’s saying. Whatever the hell that means. There is [...]