Leave them like bread crumbs.
They will show you the way back.
Proof
at least one person
feels like you.
We don’t know how to fill those spaces.
Tried booze
and drugs.
Food
and lack-thereof it.
Razor blades
and perfect strangers. Continue reading →
the way other people treat us.
They learned it the same way.
How to tie our shoes, kiss, drive, and
throw back a shot of cheap whiskey
taught the same as
our own worth and how to tend to wounds.
Unconscious mimicry.
A family recipe
passed down for generations
and shared between good friends. Continue reading →
He spent thirty minutes trying to get parts of my anatomy I never learned the name of to release my left shoulder. Let it fall down, shift back. Slide into the place it used to reside. Before the motorcycle crash. Before I started leaning on it while studying, reading, writing. Before I forgot how to relax. Continue reading →
Ruby Pipes 