5.08.2017

THE GOODBYE GIRL

my words are slow
and stick to the roof of my mouth.
all of the thoughts
however
drift and tumble and roll
tossed around by the great prairie wind.

i am leaving.
there is so much to do
(yet isn't there always).
sometimes
i think about it too much.
getting too excited.
standing on the back porch
i set my phone down on the ledge and kick off my black shoes
and audibly tell my mind to shut up.
it's just  a whisper
(and it doesn't really do the trick).

i am coming back.
just give me one month.
and then two.
and summer here will be almost over.
but will i miss it?




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4.13.2017

// SOME THINGS //






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3.21.2017

SPRING GIVES ME SOME WEIRD FEELING IDK.

it's said that things like that only truly happen in books.
that real life doesn't align the same.

but i am still so certain of this one thing
that i could read and see so clearly
the hurt and the hope and the need for understanding.

and i hope you knew that i did
(understand)


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3.09.2017

time has a way of throwing it all in your face

 kinda wish i was
something you thought of
while you drive home,
as you squint at the road into dark country,
rub your eye,
and reach to change the radio station.

i wish you wished i was sitting in the seat beside,
my presence filling
that split second of silence
before the next song breaks in .



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2.08.2017

LIVIN' ON THE ROAD MY FRIENDS


l a s t w e e k


: sounded like :

emmylou harris, merle haggard, willie nelson, the brush of fingertips on a guitar,
the call of gulls over the whoosh of surf,
tires of the road for miles and miles,
many voices at many tables and a radio,
sirens, city, silence, dark hours.
a minor chord, a harmonica, a song for the road.
footsteps on the sidewalk in the fresh air morning.


: felt like :

wet sand filling the arches of my feet and the pull of waves at my ankles,
the wind pushing against my body,
a waxy leaf between fingertips,
a breath of fresh and new,
quiet in the midst of loud loud loud.
a lot of firsts, a lot of new, a lot of lasts.
moving on / moving forward / remembering + forgetting

(HOW RARE AND HOW STRANGE
FROM THE SONG I HEARD IN DAIRY QUEEN AROUND MIDNIGHT IN THAT TOWN
AND WHERE THAT TOWN WAS
AND THE LAST TIME I HEARD THAT SONG
AND THE CURVE OF AN OLD LIVE OAK
and just how big and huge and yet small this weird earth and life can be___)










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