Receptionit has been years since we were in loveReception6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
and he still calls me sometimes in the middle of the night.
I will pick the phone up before the ring wakes anyone else
even though I am the only one here, and drop it every single time.
Then I will answer, breathlessly, "hello? did you hear that?"
"Hear what, your heart breaking?"
"No, not that. The phone drop."
"No, I didn't hear that, just fireworks."
I lean back, against the wall, and my head drops like a stone, angles against the plywood;
I am not letting anything sad work its way into my head this time.
I know you are doing the same thing, and for just a heartbeat,
I allow myself to imagine it is the same wall.
"What do you remember?" I whisper.
"Everything"no pause"doing half and half shots at the diner
while we waited for our food. Every time we kissed in the rain
because we wanted to be one of those perfect couples from the movies,
from the novels, from your poems. That time I picked you up
on the highway when you called to tell me your c
neverpromisedyoua Rose GardenI am not the type of girl men marry.neverpromisedyoua Rose Garden6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
I am the type of girl men want to fuck.
I am the type of girl that will only be wanted because she can't be haved. men always deny this is the reason, but a pack a day smoker who hasn't been sober in weeks, feels trapped in crowds and can't look anyone in the eye would not make a good mother or soulmate and everyone knows; do they think I will wear a white dress and kiss a man and vow to be loyal forever ? I dont even own a white shirt.
I am the type of girl guys fall hard for at first, because of how I look and no other reason. I am partially insane with repression and furiousity, the type of girl that cannot make a commitment as she loves her freedom almost as much as she loves being alone,I am the type of girl a boy will hold for three hours a night, whispering in her ear that everything will be okay, who then cries once he falls asleep because it most cetainly will not be. I am the type of girl they have to say
InertiaWe are not human inside of our bodiesInertia6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We are fragments of a belief system,
traumatized histories and agonized heartbeats,
catalyzing when we touch;
we are Algebra,
a fraction and a fraction,
and English, sweet-talking each other
We have History, our lives
interlude and slam the present into
sparks between us.
and, as our mouths collide,
we are Chemistry.
I am captured, cornea, sclera, iris,
I am a cataract,
burning. You are a nucleotide on fire;
conforming to my neck and
denatured with my exhaust.
You expend energy, ninety-nine percent lost as heat.
which meets me, a cold solid, and transfers.
Physics. Biology. Anatomy.
We are pressure and growth
and photosynthesis, chloroplasts spent
as we produce our own energy--
we are motion, our organs colliding against the inside of our skin,
still moving once we have stopped against each other,
Newton's law of kinetics
(our bodies stop against each other
before our insides do inside of us.)
I am wide awake, I am eyes-w
A Human's WhoShe hears "talk to me when you are not quite human, your skinA Human's Who6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is a valuable metal, and your ribs spiral faster than DNA."
I grab your wrist and say, "tell her she
is perfect. Tell her she is different. Tell her the scale
"You tell her," you say, and I want to smack the boyish arrogance
off of your face.
I would but she won't listen to me, or anyone who isn't you; and it helped me, once.
Even if he only meant it for a moment.
Even if he didn't mean it all.
I let you go
with narrowed eyes tracking you down the hallway.
I simply cannot watch another person spiral downwards.
That is why I don't mind being the girl that has to rescue other girls, and because
no one did that for me; It's been like that since middle school and I'm still simultaneously not sure how I pulled it off,
and how I didn't change earlier
I know you aren't going to tell her, so when I go to the bathroom and kick
a stall open to see her crying on the toilet, I say, "he isn't good enough
to make you
Volcano FlyIn the latest hour of the nightVolcano Fly6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she leaves him alone on the bed
where he is asleep and she cannot.
She thinks of him as a volcano, but because they are one
she is the eruption
and scares herself by believing she will one day implode
and destroy them both.
He has the same fear
and sometimes wakes up the instant her body isn't touching his.
He watches her leave, conjuring the words to beg her back but he never uses them.
He wants to ask her where she goes
He wants to ask her why she goes
He wants to ask her why she is going to explode and destroy them both.
Her eyes are like house flies with transluctant wings
and in that they will inevitably die once every twenty-four hours.
He believes sometimes that she can fly if she wants
and wonders if that is what she does when she leaves him at night.
Except, when she returns her eyes are usually glistening with tears
and he doesn't think that he would cry if he could fly.
No, he thinks she leaves him on the twenty-fourth hour so that she