I will not invite the heartache. There will be no screaming, no apologies, no crying over the phone. No, at this party we will read poems in bed and wrap our legs together like some clumsy vines hellbent on growing together. We will go to bookshops and read stories if only to remind each other… Continue reading I want to throw a party for the ghosts I have loved

hope came in through the open window, all shrill and screech and shout. hope came in and found me— eyes closed on the couch, hands clenched around a glass half-empty. just when I thought it was over, hope pried open my jaws and I swore I would choke, but I inhaled instead. I exhaled instead.… Continue reading And just when I thought it was over

maybe loving just means letting go. like letting your muscles go slack in the ocean. like taking a deep breath in your kitchen, where the dishes are piling up and your laundry is on the dining room table, but it’s okay because the sun is hitting your face through the window and it gives you… Continue reading Fine Lines

Buzzed and buzzing like crop topqueens in a hive, holding brokenstall doorsholding hair backholding hands. Ode to the womensinging Beyoncé into their lipstick tubes,popping pieces of gum throughblister packs, reaching across the sink,“Do you want one?” Ode to the women comparing moon signsand tying together torn tank top straps;these washroom witcheswith magic on their lips… Continue reading Ode To The Women In The Bar Bathrooms

What else but to love. What else but to scrape your knees, scream along to the radio, kiss the back of your hand. What else but to risk it, raise your arms at thecrest of the hill. What else but to lick the face of chaos, giggle into the dizzying unknown, listen for the echoes.… Continue reading What Else?

“Sometimes I can’t tell if I’m the hurting/ or the hurter” / I say / “but I hope next summer / softens every hard knuckle on my spine” / I say / “I feel like picking a fight with a stranger on the street / right before I ask if they’re okay”/ I say /… Continue reading When they ask me how I’m doing

She sneaks in the front door with her shoes in her hand. She sees you sleeping on the couch, curled into the spot that gives you back problems but you swear it doesn’t. She takes the soft blanket from the armchair, gently curls it around your shoulders, leaves you to sleep just a little longer.… Continue reading The Patron Saint of Late Nights, Early Mornings

The birds will be singing and we’ll be able to join them. We will walk to our favourite coffee shop, pay in cash, and remember how fingertips feel like mountain tops when your hand brushes the barista’s. We will understand touch as a colour— so vibrant and full, and god, we are so lucky to… Continue reading When All Of This Is Said And Done

I could be in worse places, But I can’t find any door handles (or open windows) And I’m getting dizzier by the second— I’m not quite sure how to exist in a space that isn’t wide open anymore. I want to create a hurricane in the backyard and stir a tornado in the kitchen: break… Continue reading It’s like I’m trapped in a beautiful room with a revolving ceiling:

The world is ending and I am thinking about the way it was before. I am thinking about phone calls from my mother that I didn’t have time to answer. I am thinking about forgetting to kiss you goodbye. I am thinking about the way this little life seemed so big, seemed like it would… Continue reading On Distance