I am brittle between your teeth.

shakespeare's got nothin' on us

two is an okay number, dorothy thinks, because she has tinkerbell and it's okay. but alice arrives and then alice leaves and two doesn't feel like enough anymore. or; the one where there's three lost girls but one finds her way back a lot more easily than the other two.

In a collection of reflections regarding her summer before college, a lonely girl finds herself with the local wild child and her quirky group of perfectly imperfect friends, where she learns all about what it means to make memories, the mistake of growing up, and how the ones people love can't always love them back.

So maybe, dear friend, we can do what we do best, and take our rhymes and our words, and build a nest.

haiku chain of the four seasons

her name was Vegas and he never stood a chance

there is madness in every corner but i guess you like it that way

she's a lollipop lolita with angel's blood on her fingertips

she constantly wondered what sunsets tasted like

in early may, he often finds himself returning to central park.

he taught her how to count the syllables of their heartbeats.

choke on the sun as midnight smiles illuminate this wasteland

noun, a very strong or irresistible impulse to travel.

There’s smoke in my eyes and sea shells in my teeth.

I never talked to Caroline. I only loved her sixty five percent, and she had the kind of blonde hair that turns brown when it's wet, and I don't like brunettes.

Sophie breezed into my life and pitched a tent somewhere between my third and fourth rib.

I loved him like a symphony that soared inside my brain. I loved him, how I loved him, and his music kept me sane... A poem about falling in love with a musician.

the lovers

I ain't your lover, I've got on too many clothes...