Grand Tianguis

it was cold outside.

The type of cold

that three layers of protection

couldn't prevent.

We emptied boxes

until the empty

ones spanned the

fifteen feet of stairs.

Useless in ability to oraganize

I was ostracized

to network a computer alone.

Andres wore a blue North Face.

While he sat with me

ability couldn't compare

to need for connection.

Daddy

Daddy won't be happy

30,000 dollars

for that school,

30,000 I pay.

We both know

he doesn't pay.

The loans pay.

It's borrowed money

for a rented life.

I'll be in an office soon

wishing to be back

in collegiate life.

Weights crash at my feet.

Who cares about a C

in four years of glee?

the drive home

billows of mist

from the semi-truck fly

into the windshield

while I drive.

the clouds are etchings

in a baby-blue sky.

that one is a wisp,

a floating butterfly.

Reflection

an orange candle

but incrementally more red.

The shaving's of which

remind us life has been had

here in this room

in which we reside.

Moreso, in ourselves,

the hearts that have known.

Adison

there he is sitting

there in the curve

of his school desk chair.

gray as the shade

of his AE sweater,

my hands want

to have all he has.

more, I want to feel

everything he is.

Dear Journal

If I meet you suddenly, I can't speak.

-Sappho

The sky is a lilac blanket.

Swathed in the mania of the day’s passing,

My foot flutters like the wings

Of a flustered hummingbird.

I do not notice his entering.

You’re fidgety interrupts

My thoughts. His gravelly voice

Compels my heart to beat

So intensely that I’m unsure

I remember how to breathe.

Has he seen?

Does he know what it is I’ve written?

I leave you this as my last post for a week. I'll be without phone/internet for the next week. I hope you like it. It is going to be the piece I submit for Shadows. <3 PM

Despair

It’s raining.

The drops darken red bricks

As they pool at my feet.

I sit outside my dorm.

And I watch.

And the drops hit me.

And feet pitter-patter.

And rain splashes free,

reminding my ruined reflection

that I’m only pitter-patter,

empty chatter.