Sunday, May 31, 2015

what
legacy
I
leave
they'll
remember
cafes
poems
long
brown
hair
awake
I
hear
Sexton's
voice
for
the
first
time
we
have
two
daughters
each

Saturday, May 30, 2015

I'm
living
on
your
words
even
with
the
quietest
of
sounds
I
eat
the
sun
took
me
away
laid
me
down
in
the
grass
and
left
me
alone

Thursday, May 28, 2015

I
am
the
tree
I
am
the
mountain
I
am
the
sea
I
am
the
breeze

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

the
light
in
the
sky
is
very
pretty
they
call
that
light
the
sun

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

isn't
this
so
exciting
kitty
we
get
to
take
a
nap
together
the
light
is
coming
through
the
windows
and
the
floors
are
clean
spring's
so
sprung

Monday, May 25, 2015

I
won't
die
I'll
live
'til
eternity
and
then
I'll
live
a
little
more

Sunday, May 24, 2015

my
hand
on
your
cheek
when
you're
smiling
your
hair
your
eyes
in
my
life
sexton's
poems
girpped
my
heart
the
way
the
owl's
talons
did
grip
plath's

Saturday, May 23, 2015

I
felt
giddy
coming
from
nowhere
like
something
great
would
soon
happen

Friday, May 22, 2015

and
while
they're
probably
homesick
she
wrote
they
won't
go
back
and
I
can't

Thursday, May 21, 2015

I
waited
for
the
storm
for
days
I
could
stand
to
wait
awhile
more
all
right

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

it
was
that
hour
the
witching
one
where
the
sky's
darkest
just
before
the
light

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

they
said
a
storm
was
coming
I
sat
on
the
porch
and
waited
for
it

Monday, May 18, 2015

she
speaks
my
life
her
words
make
melancholy
my
sunshine
hides
from
you
writing
shitty
little
poems
in
the
sun
watching
the
kids
live
naked

Sunday, May 17, 2015

the
heat
made
me
hot
my
skin
pink
my
throat
dry
I
began
to
sweat
some

Friday, May 15, 2015

I'd
love
to
get
lost
in
your
world
Lou
Ford
but
it'd
be
the
death
of
me
I
get
my
inspiration
from
inspiration
herself
oh
she's
a
lady

Thursday, May 14, 2015

she
wrote
today
is
made
of
yesterday
and
that's
an
absolute
son
I
need
attention
that
sometimes
he
can't
give
me
I
hate
that
hole

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

I
love
peonies
ranunculus
but
I
bet
he
doesn't
know
it

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

I
was
feeling
high
my
thoughts
were
vague
the
air
chilly
I
sat
smoking

Monday, May 11, 2015

it
was
a
spring
day
that
felt
like
fall
so
I
played
the
Amy
Winehouse

Sunday, May 10, 2015

the
sky's
expanding
always
in
my
dreams
I'm
staying
saying
goodbye

Saturday, May 9, 2015

I
stood
back
from
the
people
away
from
the
crowd
I
wanted
nothing

Friday, May 8, 2015

when
he
died
he
was
so
cold
because
he'd
been
in
a
refrigerator
he
had
plans
he
had
a
couple
things
to
do
but
before
that
he
died

Thursday, May 7, 2015

she
wished
on
birthday
candles
and
shooting
stars
and
dandelion
seeds
tell
me
which
are
you
the
moon
when
it's
waxing
or
the
moon
when
it's
waning

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

the
rose
comes
every
spring
it
follows
me
through
autumm
winter
it
sleeps


Tuesday, May 5, 2015

the 
roses 
stood 
tall 
and 
soft 
against 
what 
some 
would 
call 
leaden 
sky 

Sunday, May 3, 2015

I
imagined
the
sun
behind
him
cutoffs
no
shirt
on
a
lawn
chair

Saturday, May 2, 2015

now
that
I've
seen
the
bush
tit's
nest
I
see
the
tree
sway
in
a
different
way
the
tall
woman
had
orange
hair
not
red
long
straight
very
very
orange
hair
losing
faith
is
slow
and
painful
she
said
it
was
true
because
I
knew