Monday, September 14, 2009

Ghosts of boyfriends past?

You have ghosts in your lungs, I taste them when we kiss.

Thursday, September 10, 2009


Your eyes spun like planets, even with those sunglasses: just orbiting around my face reminding me of your absurd gravitational pull.

Since we stopped talking.

My teeth chatter when I see you; I clench them all together so you can't hear what they're saying.


When you cry you cry in sonar: sad whale songs calling through my drainpipes.