dear internet,
i forgot about you.

resolutions: no more veggie reubens, clean my room, no more body hairs, less cigarettes, brush my teeth everyday, snap photographs, drive far away, make things, swim, run, bicycle, less gossip, more love.

xo,
cat lady

broken camera

what my shadow looks like

homesick for Gardner, MA

and railroad tracks and wintergreen smell and graveyards and twin beds

older things, fragile lungs

old things, broken teeth

November

Summer

ice floes
salt air and heavy snow, the kind that would swallow us whole
and
nights so cold they haunt and hide inside my bones
and a moon that hangs so low I think we could reach up and touch it
or maybe if I stood on your shoulders,

yawning yellow-gold

paper mountains

torn clouds and paper mountains
and my head won't tilt back far enough
my arms will never be strong enough
or long enough
to reach the things I want to hold

Roman bones,
a body that is sun-colored
with skin too hot to touch
sweaty bed, fever face
tracing lines with your fingers
trying to find a place
where I will let you in

September

dear internet,

hi, this is me when puberty was fun and cool.

today I maybe found weed in the woods. also we found someone's pet that they had buried but only the collar and some bones and a toy were left. I think it was a cat or a tiny dog.

ali read my fortune: September, denigration, sexual inadequacy, sties, hallucinations, breakage, loss of youth, rust, crawling sickness, an obstacle, forced restraint, aberrations, catarrh. I think it's pretty accurate.

xo, pray pray pray