Pretty Face

Is it possible

to be beautiful with no

eyes set upon me?

Eyes. Those damn eyes 

fucked me forever.

-Charles Bukowski

Daylight Fishing

I am here to catch

the afternoon sun. And to

watch words disappear.

She Asked

“Are you still writing?”

She asked. Only love letters

I will never send.

The Dream Before a Dream

At night I dream of

your fingers filling all my

in between spaces.

10:33PM

Will you hold my hand

inside of yours? It is all

I’ve ever wanted.

What I Meant Was…

I wanted something

so daunting that I knew it

could be called the truth.

The Heat Of Walking Home

I’m curious about the breath between us. The inhale and exhale.

And retention. And gasping.

And the fire it feeds.

Maybe I’m more curious about the fire.

I am drawn to the fire. And delight in running my hand over the flame.

And the curiosity is really about what walking through it would feel like.

Asylum Redemption

I want to take off

my clothes for you. I want you

to write me a song.

There is something to

be said for sitting in the

presence of your sweat.

On Returning

There are parts of my

home state that break open the

Iowa inside.