Boxes

Digging through Boxes Yellowing tape Peeled back A clash of swords A twist of pain A slight of hand A ghost of memory Of me Of you Of Us

On Talking To Strangers

Yesterday People looked at me As if I were insane Just making conversation Chill out Today Conversations held New with unknown people We laughed We shared We questioned We opened up Tomorrow I’d prefer more of today

Moments

Pockets and Opportunity It resonated Sadness of waiting For the perfect moment Of Just in case It reeked Of Weakness Of wanting Showed Fear Of never seeking Of Waste

Take

This House

What has happened? In this house We hid among the plates and mugs We crammed between hangers, pressed tight amongst dresses We burrowed into couch cushions Slunk down hallways Pressed tight against the walls Peered slowly around corners, edges, bookcases, shelves Crept close, peeked in, peeled back. Whispered What has happened?