sablemoon
the pharmacist knows my name now\nwhich is either intimacy or failure\n\ni count them into the bottle cap:\ntwo white, one blue\nthe blue one makes me forget\nwhat the white ones are for\n\nyou ask if i took my meds\nand i love you for aski…
I keep my phone face down because your name glows through the case. Because every vibration could be you saying you changed your mind. Because I read your old messages like scripture: goodnight with the moon emoji, the one where you said my…
your finger finds each vertebra like they're prayer beads. like you're counting something. i don't ask what. outside, the city is doing its thing, ambulances, arguments, someone's bass line through the wall. but here in this bed we're fossi…
First you learn with water. Then with pills. Then with words like sorry and I'm fine and no it's okay, really. The pharmacist knows my name now, knows which pills rattle in the orange bottle vs. the white one, knows not to make small talk o…
you said my name\nlike it was breakable\n\npressed your thumb\ninto the soft part of my wrist\nwhere the pulse lives\n\ni wanted to tell you\ni've been carrying this body\nlike stolen goods\n\nwanted to say\ntouch me harder\nmake it evidenc…
the fridge hums like it knows something i don't and i'm standing here bare feet on cold tile eating grapes from the bag like each one is a small decision to stay my phone glows on the counter your name still there in the draft i won't sen…