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 →
Long-stemmed wine glasses hurled against walls.
Televisions thrown out windows.
Knuckles raked against brick walls,
pummeled against concrete.
We tell ourselves we can’t do such things.
Settle for scrubbing tubs.
Screaming into pillows.
Flailing around our living space
manically. Continue reading →
Ruby Pipes 