1. friendship

    "I don’t think you’d be right for it"
    is her way of saying
    "please, let this be mine alone."

    Superiority complexes are 
    protective shells worn and carried
    by soldiers too afraid to fight
    in battle but far too proud 
    to abandon the front lines. 

    Her biting accusations that 
    I might not be “cut out” for 
    the very future I have chosen
    for myself is just an example
    of her own needs winning out
    above those of the people 
    around her, even of friends’. 

    I understand her need to be
    special, insecurities seem 
    proportionately inverse to 
    maturity, and while she is 
    so high in the former, I 
    wish the latter could catch up
    on days that I am the target
    for her unassured reality. 

     
  2. Mornings

    Do you remember
    the first time
    he kissed you?

    I can tell you precisely
    where he put his hands
    and what my first taste
    of him was like.

    (coffee, with a hint of maple syrup)

    I don’t care much
    for breakfast food
    and I’m the type to
    order a sandwich and
    coke at 10am but
    he reminds me of
    the good kind of
    mornings —
    The mornings you wake up
    to realize it’s the day you
    leave for vacation, and the
    mornings that follow your
    darkest nights;
    the ones when you’re surprised
    you woke up at all because
    it was a little touch and go
    around 3 am.

    He tasted like coffee and maple syrup
    and I’ve been addicted to waking up
    ever since.

     
  3. It is rarely silent here.
    Car horns or stereos or
    slammed doors or break
    ups or the occasional
    make ups are louder
    and more frequent than
    my breathing.

    But tonight blankets me
    in silence and I am warm
    whereas normally voices
    screaming and brake pads
    screeching chill me to the bone.

     
  4. We keep not even time

    I will fade now,
    quietly and without protest.
    Time is illusive and illustrious
    and I am hours gone by.

    Do you hear my metronome heart?

     
  5. take a knee

    I think it’s time for me to slip.
    Hit the pavement and over emphasize
    an injury.
    I need to take a knee
    and start praying that I don’t
    get up.
    Cart me off in an ambulance
    so I can catch my breath, please.

    Maybe I’ll steal a few records
    so I can spend a few weeks in
    silence, swallowed by an orange jumpsuit
    that I won’t mind if I look fat in.
    Let my platinum hair fade to a shade
    that looks more natural and less
    like I care.

    Tie me up so I stop trying so damn hard
    to please and
    hold me hostage in a dark room
    where I can sleep off the anxiety.
    You won’t get a ransom but I’ll take
    the free vacation.

     
  6. Amsterdam

    You can learn all there is to know
    about a city in its parks. 
    Amsterdam’s bicyclists coursed 
    through the streets like blood
    and Vondelpark pumped them 
    like the heart that I learned it to be. 
    Not all of Amsterdam sits beneath 
    Red Lights and clouds of smoke 
    seeping out of coffeeshop doors. 

     
  7. London

    I didn’t give my heart to London,
    but I gave it a few solicited beats
    falling asleep beneath misted streets
    under sheets that reminded me of home.
    London was impermanent,
    a town I kept passing through.
    A place that could’ve felt like more,
    if only I’d wanted it(,) to(o).

     
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    Post ice bucket challenge to raise awareness about ALS. If you have any questions about ALS or would like to donate, please visit alsa.org. #als #icebucketchallenge  #donate

    Post ice bucket challenge to raise awareness about ALS. If you have any questions about ALS or would like to donate, please visit alsa.org. #als #icebucketchallenge #donate

     
  9. 15:27 8th Aug 2014

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    Tags: adirondacks

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    One of my favorite views at the end of my favorite hike. From the top of Mt Arab. #adirondacks

    One of my favorite views at the end of my favorite hike. From the top of Mt Arab. #adirondacks

     
  10. We aren’t meant for solitary,
    solidarity in the loneliness felt
    by soldiers and by school girls
    surrounded by their friends and
    foes but left alone to fight their war.
    Ask us what we’re fighting for and
    each of us will tell a different story.