Conversations

I am making peace with the dead
and having conversations
with my devils. This is what I said –

“I couldn’t fix that you were sad.
I know now that I wasn’t
responsible. There is nothing left.”

The Other Boys

Please don’t make me like the other boys
that chase their shadows
and crack their knuckles
the ones you gave your love to

Please don’t turn me into another lover
that left you wounded
and broke your heart
the ones you swore I was better than

The Beast

The beast is peering through the window.
Its breath makes clouds across the pane.
The tap, tap, tapping of its fingers.
The raspy laughter and clinking chains.

The beast is stirring in the shadows.
Its blood is coursing through my veins.
A last chance stand before it lingers.
The beast will be all that remains.

The Wonder

I’ll call this state ‘the wonder’
as I wander the edge of this hope.
In the middle lives the daughter,
she’s made for herself a new home.

I’ll curse the stars we dwell under
and will burn before I reap and sew.
I’ll carry this burden so much farther
and will see how far I can roam.