I have no fork or spoon to eat you with, Just my heart and my hands To hold you, And call you mine For as long as this meal lasts. But I've starved myself of this food For so long that my body forgets the Ritual, the ediquette And the holy words that come before... Continue Reading →
Sip
Sip I was never thirsty to begin with I just needed my heart quenched And my mind soaked; And a bottle of wine just happened to be Conveniently placed On the shelf at the wine store. My heart isn’t broken, But if it was, I wouldn’t tell you. I just like the taste— It’s a... Continue Reading →
Drought
Drought In failing relationships We prefer our poison mixed with honey To mask the taste— There’s a sweetness in the way A fairytale rolls off your tongue-- A lie-- Because it can turn a lying man into a loving one. But your love cannot prosper without affection Without care, So never expect it to rain... Continue Reading →
Hot Tea
Hot Tea I had hot tea the morning you called To tell me your love was gone. The kettle was on the fire before I even picked up the phone. When there’s heartbreak, there’s always chamomile to calm your nerves. A warm cup is the next best thing to rest your hands on— To stable... Continue Reading →
Cold Tea
Cold Tea When I met him I was always hurt, Always empty In a way that was never entirely bare. Like a glass half full, I was the remnant of some sweet drink He had only wished to taste, But never to finish. I was like hot tea that he thought tasted better cold, Iced—... Continue Reading →
Smiles: A Poem from Legacy: After Porridge
Smiles If my smiles are painted on, As you say they are, Then wet paint would colour your lips when you kissed me. I will admit, though, That my skin sparkles and shines When your lips touch mine, Like the aura of a fresh coat. - An excerpt from Legacy: After Porridge The sequel to... Continue Reading →
Stop
Stop I stopped thinking about your smile, last night. I stopped imagining our relationship passed its expiry date. I’ve learned to remember it as it were and not what it could have been— You with her, me with you, and you with me. I finally let it be what it was and not what it... Continue Reading →
End of the Month: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
"I'd be good to you," he says to me over bites of sushi and spilled soy sauce. "I'm good to me," I tell him and stare down at my roll. I hopped off a bus less than an hour ago to visit a city I had once been so connected to. The boy I am... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 