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Oh! I need to go to the bathroom she says, and sets down her baby 🥕 I’m holding a bowl full of peanut butter, and then she tells me, Don’t you eat my carrot while I’m gone, I’m looking at you! She side steps in lunges away to the bathroom, backwards, eyeing me, She comes back…

The Underwater Caretaker

The ranch house needed organized. The rooms separated with bed sheets hanging pale white and cream yellow. Bugs maybe spiders, maybe roaches, maybe both crawled throughout. Creeping, strolling room to room. I arrange my sheeted square space, in a frame I drill in screws aligning a door. Red dirt hugs the floor’s trim, a firm hug….

Poor Tuna

There I was. Halfway through marrying two types of pasta in a boiling pot. The way people running out of pasta do. Glad the water is already paid for, with last month’s rent. An empty can of tuna on the counter. Not cleaned up from lunch. Why do I even buy tuna? I never cook…

Oh Saint Valentine 

At times I think of his hands on my back. His embrace, his touch alleviated my pain, calmed my blood. He warmed my heart through his to the core of mine. I melted into him, and he melted into me. I never had as many senses as I had with him. His sweet scent, each sight through closed…

Entry 29: Psycho

Our sight is limited, is that not the actual reading between the lines? Is that not the deceit of a “benefit of a doubt”? There are no lines at all. Everything we think or feel is the fabrication of visions and perspectives. I find myself crazed because I live in the perception of my own…

I’m Surrounded by Movie Stars

I’m sitting, waiting for a movie to start  in the parking lot. A Volvo pulls swiftly between the white lined spots in front of me. Edward steps out the driver door, fixing his hair, hidden behind the body of the SUV. Emily…. Emiline? Stephanie? Wait… what’s her name? BELLA!! ☝🏽️☝🏽️☝🏽️That’s it! Well, Bella was standing…

Entry 28: Those Are Dreams

*Three Months Later* I now find myself replacing my sadness with hobbies. “Ooooooooo, good book,” I’ll say, and force myself to binge read and enjoy pages and pages of content that may or may not be entertaining to me. And so you know I dream of you… So simply, just dreams, and in them we…

Entry 27: A Beautiful Man

I love the way you love your friends. You either genuinely like to bitch or genuinely like to boast. Your concern for your friends is quite romantic. I envy them. Your friends look up to you, even the ones who have more than you do. They want your reassurance on just about everything, even if they…

Entry 26: The Hunt 

I was in the passenger seat of his black truck headed west to the countryside. Red dirt crept from every crevice, from the floor mats to the textured plastic of the door handles. We silently peered through the windows as Jacksboro Highway relieved our tension, the buildings and pavement replaced with lonesome road signs and…

Entry 25: Golden Bear

Sometimes he would call me “Golden Bear“. When he first called me that his eyebrows rose so high up into his hairline that I was obligated to rise mine back. Big🐗Bear🌵🌟had a knack for teaching me many things, and many were about myself. I honestly will admit that I have something about me that is…

If You’re From a Small Town

I’m walking my dog in my apartment complex in a municipality city of the Dallas-Fort-Worth area. I have a little girl at home. My dog trots over the grass, in the octagonal space we pretend is our yard. She squats while I stand idling, and I think about when I was my daughter’s age. When…

Entry 24: The Robotic Parrot

Do you want to say anything?? … … Besides admitting that I didn’t murder Big🐗Bear🌵🌟 for Halloween… Not really, no. Although, I must say there’s a point in time when you must know yourself, when you must know how you will react and you counter that. You must know what will deceive you, and you…