never did find that after party


out of the candy dark

the three of us

took chalk

and on the subway platform

sweet and sour we

drew worlds

and danced by ourselves to ancient songs

until we were new



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waiting on the curb for your train to arrive, a woman walked past who looked like she came from another world. a second later she was lost among the cars, the people, and the late afternoon sun, all begging me to remember them just as they are now. they wound themselves around me, and I got lost. the best kind of lost. the kind where anything can happen, like you might turn into a bird or I might already be a bird or your train might come in like a purple summer breeze that brushes the hairs on my arms.

or it might never come. I hung in limbo hoping it would never come because once you got here it would be only one thing when I wanted it to be everything. but you did get here and you told me about an art museum you visited, and while we walked I drank sake from the bottle.

and we are not in love! oh, but what if? one, two, three more drinks and let’s pretend. stand closer. talk softer. breathe faster. let’s pretend. and I will go home alone tonight and sleep well because we have a small house by the sea where we watch the stars come out every night. sometimes we touch hands, and most of the time we are happy. there are still some weeds growing in the garden on the side of the house, but we will get them tomorrow.

not partying in barcelona

Boardwalk in Barcelona

nothing like an unfamiliar sea

not yet

teeming with ghosts

the sun

on my skin is just that

a drink

on the shore is just that


there you are in the wild drums another


or two

I’ll wake up late and go to museums

on a hill


honeyed shadows are stronger than

idle keystrokes

tell me

what’s the time difference again?