Cut My Hair

I cut my hair So I don’t need anyone to hold it back On nights when I’ve drank too much to forget you I cut my hair Which then cut my showers in half So I don’t have enough time to reminisce The feeling of your palm pressed to my damp skin Or my fingers…

Spaceship

We often joked about dying in a spaceship together Blasting off above clouds That looked like cotton fields Toward the woman in the sky we both fell in love with And wrapping up our wanderlust-filled adventures With the most exciting one of them all Our eyes have cherished the moon At her most brilliant moments…

Rebel Child

My father always Wanted daughters for they are “Easier to raise” But I’ve always been A rebel child as proof of What chaos we make SW 05/2018 Updated 07/2019

A Series on a Dusty Bookshelf

I could say I’m an open book But that’s a lie I’m more like a series Lined up in order on a dusty bookshelf The first book gives the reader general insight With twists and turns woven in later chapters I’m happy to lend the first book to anyone willing to read it Some people…

My office is…

My office is In the center of the building And I don’t mean center like the star of the architecture Or the focal point of its magnificence I mean like dead center Like the middle As in completely surrounded by the rest of the bustling hospital My office is Closed off No one is allowed…