monday secrets

I put myself in all the pictures of your beloved landscapes, your droll side-street cafes, your hills that stand like verdant petrified waves.

It makes me hope that if I ever get to see them, if you're ever there right next to me pointing out rue this or calle that,

it'll be like you're seeing them for the first time with me, instead of remembering who you were there with last.

In so many ways, I'm still just a girl.

Headquarters To Damage Control

What a mess
What a beautifully crafted mess,
And I'm letting it roll off of my shoulders like
Hot wax.

Your last look was a chandelier
Your words granite columns
All toppling into a landscape I trudged through,
Bare feet.

In the most sideways manner,
It was exactly what you needed.
I hacked at the tendons, the muscle, the tissue
That held you so organically to my side.

One calcified tumor,
Was it you or I?

And we'll go on existing,
Our membranes of being so separate,
Just like we were always meant to be
Before
We came careening into each other.