Thursday, January 10, 2013


I sit on the edge of everything.
There is nothing sudden.
Everything is slow.
We stretch like taffy.
And then you’re gone.
So silent I hear just your footsteps.
Dragging around my heart.
Letting handlebars go.
Flying off stonewalls.
Meeting people I may never know.
I am the red balloon.

I made this.
I made this moment.
I am the queen of small wild girls.
Held by just a string.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

e.e. cumings

”let it go

the smashed word broken open vow or the oath cracked length wise

let it go it was sworn to go let them go

the truthful liars and the false fair friends and the boths and neithers

you must let them go they were born to go let all go

the big small middling tall bigger really the biggest and all things

let all go dear so comes love.”

-e.e. cummings