Friday, February 28, 2014

I looked up at the 
stars. I felt the breeze and I 
could smell the pine trees. 

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

The dark became so 
very dark. The night wanted
me all to himself.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

I should talk about
the wind whistling through the 
windows, but I'm tired.
I held the baby
and dreamt of my lover. My 
worlds so far apart.

Monday, February 24, 2014

The rain was so slight
and cold and the exact same 
color as the sky.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

I'm taking the easy
way out and quoting some 
bad ass song lyrics.
My heart was empty.
My body felt out of place
trying not to cry. 

Saturday, February 22, 2014

You never lose love
you've had. Your heart expands with 
each new love you find.
Sometimes I feel cursed
to be this passionate. Like 
I'm under a spell.

Friday, February 21, 2014

I wonder so much
if I have friends or what that
even means these days.
I wrote poem 
after poem and I just couldn't
get the words right
I try to say it 
so eloquently and it 
comes out so corny.

Thursday, February 20, 2014

I was looking for
the moon but when I went 
outside she wasn't there.

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Sometimes I love what 
I write and other times I 
totally hate it.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Sometimes when I praise 
the Lord I thank Him for 
pizza delivery.

Monday, February 17, 2014

There's always a ghost
between us. I can never 
just have you alone.
It was night and I 
could still see a light blue sky 
with moving pink clouds

Sunday, February 16, 2014

It was windy. I 
left the screen door ajar so 
I could hear it creak.
The Queen of Spades, so 
severe. She's like the calm, quiet 
before the storm.

Saturday, February 15, 2014

I wonder why we
make sense together, but I 
don't question the gods.
Some people ran inside
from the rain and others walked 
in very slowly.

Friday, February 14, 2014

The dream was just
too complicated to explain.
But there were kisses.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

You must surrender
but not give yourself away. 
Like Cheap Trick said to.

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

There are ghosts here
but they're all really nice and 
kind, comforting ghosts.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

There're moments I want 
his fingers touching me more 
than I want to breathe.
I wish he would walk
up behind me and kiss my 
neck gently, slowly.
The snow melted and 
under it was super green 
grass ready for sun.

Monday, February 10, 2014

Where does the snow go,
Mom? The earth drinks it like a
tall glass of water.
His hospitality,
so warm, I never wanted 
to leave his smile.
I thought those stories
my whole life then I realized
my mom was lying.

Sunday, February 9, 2014

And the blue-rimmed shot
glasses with salt that had the
tequila in them.
I remember the
red wine and basketball on 
in the bodega.
The branches have ice
surrounding them. Like a time
capsule until spring.
Bye bye, baby. I 
feel you pulling away. I'll
miss you. Bye bye, baby.

Saturday, February 8, 2014

My papa said you have
to tend to the fire, turn it, 
stoke it, let it breathe. 

Friday, February 7, 2014

I'm jealous of the
pretty songbirds that stay warm
even in this cold.

Thursday, February 6, 2014

We all have secrets
and it's all those secrets that 
makes us all equals.
The soft powder white
flurries of snow spun and slid 
where the wind took them.

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Come to think of it
it was my grandpa that taught
me to build a fire.
The sun was 
anything but hot. It was cold,
bitter and blood-freezing.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

The chill of grief is 
great. The warmth of their life was 
immeasurable. 
She held her hands so 
unlike anyone else I 
couldn't help but watch.
A zombie, a witch 
and a vampire walk into 
a bar and talk shop.

Monday, February 3, 2014

The white sliver of 
moon, sinking in the sky, hung 
like a heavy heart.  

Sunday, February 2, 2014

The grass is delicate
above the surface. Below 
the roots are strong.
Breathless, ruddy she 
caught up to find she wasn't 
who she thought she was.

Saturday, February 1, 2014

The sky opened up 
for me. The sun shone down. I 
walked out of the shade.
I dreamt last night and 
the dreams kept me awake all
through the long, cold night.
I dug up the earth
worm's home. I needed a good 
place to plant my seeds.