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A pinecone gave in to gravity at 3:25 a.m.,The wind serenades the leaves,Hip-hop affirmations grant my reprieve,A baited video claimsSomeone told you about me,But how could theyWhen I keep so much bound and buried,Because they won’t understand,Because admission is taboo,Even when they crave it, too,How brutal it isWhen limerence sings […]

He had a faceI could always forgive,but he never .-Melissa Donley

A card or a bladeTo finely mince,Separate seed and bud,Pack and roll in paper,Lick and seal,Pinch and twist the ends,Hemostats if clips are too bougie,Or raw pawBetween two fingers,Light up, drag deep, hold,Hold,Hold,Release.When we slaughtered the lamb,And left the flesh to rot,And the coat to mat,And the blood sticky across […]

Can we waltz aroundthis fading almosta moment more?Please?We are a breathand a blinkbefore midnight,and your scars areso damn beautiful.I won’t touch,unless …-Melissa Donley

While his eyes steal cookiesfrom the jars I fill,I watch his hands,and just maybe,he could take me, too.-Melissa Donley

It’s too hot to cook,but I don’t drink,so tortellini will have to do.He’s got beef with agingand erased birthdayfrom the message I leftmonths ago.Happy plus his namememorialized in my best handwritingon a dry erase.I don’t understand why he keeps pieces of me.He won’t say anything,but I have fresh basil,so tortellini […]

Darlin’,you missed the light today,through the shimmy of the leavesand the poise of the daisies,between the swaying shadowson the carpet.Maybe light doesn’t have a sound,but I heard it in the hushing of my mind.I held it in my handsand felt it in my smile.It feels like you, darlin’.It feels like […]

Jars of homemade jamwith fruit from the garden,fresh loaves of banana breadand the perfect walnut topping,little trinkets and treats,raptly hangingon your every flaccid fig,giggles and cackles mollycoddlingyour anemic humor.“He’s like that sometimes.”“He’s driven.”Excuses disguised as gracefor your respectfully disrespectful saberswhen a woman disagreesor returns to senderthe gift of you.I know. […]

The first time I saw fear in his eyes,his zipper was stuck.I didn’t look, butjudging by the panic on his face,I missed the main course and the sides.The second time I saw fear in his eyes,he said“It’s nice to see you,”then ran away.He’s funny like that.-Melissa Donley

In another universeI annoy the hell out of you,And you love it,And me.You love me,My silliness,My magic,My big heart.My big, bleeding heart,You hold it,Protect it,Calm it.You calm meWith your voice alone,And yes, darlin’,We dance in the living roomLike goofy teenagersIn love.In another universeWe are love,And that is what we came […]