poems

jsyk

I found a voicemail from you dated 09/20/2016. All you did was say “Hi you, it’s me. I’m just calling to say ‘I love you’. Bye.” Do you remember what motivated you to do that? Do you remember who we were before we moved halfway across the country? I do and that’s why I know… Continue reading jsyk

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poems, thoughts

Every Weekend We Hitchhike To Hell

It's been two months since I heard your voice. I can't say I miss it. Your words made bullet holes that shattered my glass bones. What's that Paramore lyric? "And I don't pick up when you call 'cause your voice is a gun"  I can't say I miss my mosaic of a heart. It felt… Continue reading Every Weekend We Hitchhike To Hell

thoughts

The Old Amelia can’t come to the phone right now. Why?

Oh, because she's dead. It's been a long month. I keep pulling "Journey" from my Wildwood deck which is the card that correlates with Death in the Ryder-Waite decks. I've never been afraid of death. Blame it on my religious upbringing where if I was good then I got to live forever. With parents who… Continue reading The Old Amelia can’t come to the phone right now. Why?