Observations:

Line the top lid.

Roll the cuffs once to the wrist, above the bone.

Top knot's a knot, more for annoyance than effort.

Hand towels don't stay on the hook.

Pillows littered, catching falling sighs.

Hips aren't as tall as shoulders, even on the side.

Satin lines on the nightstand, pen in the pages, saying, "be back soon."

Before the sunset between the blinds, caught in a room that won't notice it.

Ticking on the sill, time the light.

Soft angles and a curl falling by the jawline.

Pretend you don't mind silence.

Pretend you're the stillness.

Surrounded.

Soundless.

Soundless.

soundless


--Erin

rep

watercolor eyes bleed through to page 8
mama shakes her head
good refrigerator magnets are hard to come by these days

eighteen year old blood pumps the same as sixteen
even if the brain works the river
not the ocean

running water
running
running

behind your ears
between your lips
against your palms
smiles

falling
falling
falling

by the side of the road
stepped on like leaves

under three year old shoes

washed down the gutter

washing
washing
washing

clutching death like a bottle

watching
watching
watching

bare feet that are better in the rain
clothes that are better on the hanger

watch me hit the ground

sixteen didn't know it
sixteen smiled through the sun
sixteen laughed like the aspens

shit
shit
shit

third person hurts
second person quits
first person can't smell the blood

scratch the skin
until you find what you're looking for

can't
can't
can't

don't feed me the clouds

still
still
still

watch the sky

/
/
/

wait for the angels



--erin

Fell

Lovely words and lovely people
call your name

but they move too fast
and every time your hand reaches out

it touches air.
it touches air.
it touches air.
air touches it.


--Erin