dinner table instances

my knees wobbled at dinner tables, the polished wood of the furniture rubbing against my scarred leg — old and new. i realize i have knocked over an entire set of silver polished cutlery and he is in splits, mid dinner. he’s hollering with dying seals laughter at this restaurant we have gone to for…

obsessions

it was easy to hold onto things, to repeat the same things over and over till they all fused into the same thing in front of the mirror- i have had a lot of practice. today, i stand in front of the mirror and i faintly recognize the dark eye bags from last week, remainders…

colors (1)

a timeline of colors, messages and heartbreaks

beaches// sadness

it’s cold, again. but not the kind of cold that feels good. the one without hot chocolate or the hidden warmth or the comfort of your pillow. it’s the month of july, the cold creeping in on me and i find myself at the beach, for some reason. after 3 ours of lying in the…

a memory

I’ve seen him before. before i can remember where, the crowd pushes in and his face disappears, intermingled in the chaos that had planned not to disperse for the next five minutes. I struggle to catch a glimpse of him and memory takes me back to the first time I saw him. An open yellow…