fiction

jesus candles

to the winter I wore tights

because I wanted to feel

your hands

on my thighs while we rode

across town

on the train looking for music

to keep us whole

looking for people

who didn’t care

or at least seemed like they didn’t

yellow streetlights

were the goal

dirty pillowcases

were the goal

a non-self was the goal

so ok yes

here’s to the winter I wore tights

because I wanted to

monstera deliciosa

how to say I’m with you

I

believe you

when you’re far away

and surviving

barely on hardwood floors

maybe still doing the free

crossword on the bus

but probably not

just want to let you know

I’m sorry for all the times

I said

hope all is well

exclamation point

in emails

and also it was really good

running into you at walgreens

year long one night stand

I needed

strawberries in the winter

prisms of sun on the mattress

after you left

me in your space hungover

craving greens

blinds dirty and broken

you hung

a tapestry instead

hard wind riding down Division

hard wind turning left

we used to ball our fists

inside our gloves, remember?

but none survived

none survived