This is How Much I Love You

I want to tuck myself into clouds. Float over the terrain, fall all over you in thunderbursts, soak your clothes, ruin your hair. I am devastated at the sight of your umbrella. You still jump into every puddle. I want to bake myself into your favorite pastry. Present it to you. Watch you eagerly pick…

Garbage

Moving box receipts for
Yesterday.
Today.
Tomorrow.

NaPoMo 1/30

Break/fast Morning. She tells me she is hungry. I present my empty hands outstretched palms up to show her all that I had to offer. This isn’t enough for someone who dry swallows tornadoes without even blinking.   I try to feed her my dreams. Here is a melting blue guitar. Here is an ocean…