dominate

dominate the space that communicates. eat words and gain weight. eat the space between the words and gain understanding.

leap

leap the fall and hop the autumn spring through winter and hit the bottom of summer and season and time changes with reason

... possessed

the potential to be something great. notice i didn't say anything about fate or destiny or a calling or anything leading anyone to believe that there wasn't a choice in this becoming great. it is a choice you make every second of every day.

... yarn

knit me up something pretty, grandma. i'll love it to death but never wear it and only after you are gone will i treasure it like i should have every second i had it and you in my life and i miss what we could cave been to each other and i wonder why you had to go when you did.

... driftwood

it doesn't matter. you presence is welcome when you are on and exhilarating to be around. we love good jokes and good times but we have deeper love to go home to. we can appreciate this surface level interaction for what it is.

you can't... because you don't have anything else.

leave me longing for new england winters.

snow

jade of all trades:
things went white and cold rather quickly and i struggled to find myself in the whirlwind of static, circling my heart after you stole all of its warmth...

scarlet ideals:
it was chilling against my skin and you pulled off my clothes and i shook with pain and fear and more excitement than i think you may have noticed and i can't seem to shake the thoughts of all that shaking we did in each other's arms that winter.

lizzi:
fall down stairs and cheeks and mountains built out of paper scraps and rubber cement and we can make it all fit together, rolling all our lies up into a big snow ball that only stings when it hits you in the face.

... medium

tennis court skylines
and medium sized
g-string panty lines
both illuminate aching, lonely times
when we all wished
it was more than hit or miss

... some of us ARE in it for the long haul.

shenry string

cake, novice, ceremony, blank, sin, foreign, tomb, civil, rainy, byte, bite, tradition, hurl

Original sin. There is no blank slate. We are born evil. We inherit the filth of our ancestors via dna and tradition. Purity and holiness are foreign to us. We are allergic to it. Thus we perform sacred and useless ceremonies of purification so that byte by byte we reformat at spiritual hard drives. Pointless. In the end we are hurled into our rainy tombs caked in evil and unfit for afterlife.

extra

trim the excess. shed the mental fat. trim the mind of memories and achieve a more efficient state of thinking