YOU.

  We’ve reached our witching hour.   I can’t remember the last time I had a full night sleep. Sometimes I search for constellations in your popcorn ceiling. Anything to make me feel like I’m not here. Here. Shoulder snug with your arrangement of pillows and stuffed animals. Here. Arms pinned above my head, wrists extended, fingers jammed against your …

The Option

I must be your favorite drink how often I’m on your lips.   You dream of me, I go down smooth like bourbon.   You must be my favorite song how often you’re on my mind.   I fall asleep thinking of you; your beautiful melody rings through me like an opera house.   We are flexible, share each other …