Tag Archives: literature

haunting, familiar, yet I can’t seem to place it…

“We kept his phone on.” This is what she says to me about her dead husband. People do this daily to me, they tell me about their problems and their lives. I don’t know if I’m equipped to handle them. I wanted to be a psychiatrist once. I took so many classes. I could diagnose […]

grief and high delight…

I was eating wedding cake while terrible things were happening. Worlds were crumbling and I was swirling icing around in my mouth, taking pleasure in the things I had been keeping from myself. I always think my body should react to the universe in times like these. I should have dropped my fork and looked […]

misery loves company…

I asked him if there was anything else. Then he laid it all out on the table in front of me, all of his grief and his misery. Like he was unstacking weights from his heart and then stacking them onto mine. So I took his hand, because I always take their hand. I had […]

somebody else’s train

I jumped on a dead end train. I knew full well it wasn’t going anywhere. But I made myself at home on his couch. Tried to run my fingers through his hair. Even when the conductor made his announcement. Told me all of his secrets. Told me just how likely this train was going to […]

oh sailor (part 2)

You’ve gone missing. You’d think in days where everything is electric there would always be some way to contact someone. But that’s not the case for you. You’re still a mystery. A phone number that works half the time. But came with a cautionary warning about who might pick up. You told me about the […]

primary girl.

The way you’d shake your head and scream along to the music at the top of your lungs when the doors were closed, I thought I was witnessing a revolution. And I was, you are a revolution. Then years later on a stage in front of us all, I wasn’t the only witness to it […]

oh sailor…

the potential start of something… We had these blonde wigs. I even don’t know how it all started. I think we wanted to be someone else for a day. We’d put them on and stroke our hair. I marveled at what a good blonde I’d make. You’d laugh at the fact that you were already […]

I’m not there yet…

Every time I get upset or jealous all I can think is, I’m not there yet. But sometimes its hard. Those moments when your stomach drops and you can’t wash that bitter taste out of your mouth to save your life. When your life feels like puzzle pieces that have just been thrown up in […]

the spill…

You let me go. It was kind of like when a glass just slips from your hands. But I didnโ€™t slip. You let me go. And I fell. Most people are in it for the destruction. They turn back so they can catch a glimpse of the crash. The glass breaking. The spill. But you […]

a photograph on the table…

“I know why we try to keep the dead alive: we try to keep them alive in order to keep them with us. I also know that if we are to live ourselves there comes a point at which we must relinquish the dead, let them go, keep them dead. Let them become a photograph […]