Today is his birthday. I don’t know how old he is anymore.old enough to know better, that much is true. and part of m

there was this one time I was mowing my grandpa’s lawn

he tried to make me do dishes because I am a girl

but I hate the dishes

I’d rather mow the lawn so I trade jobs with my brother

my first kiss was my brother’s best friend but he was also mine

he and I were in a spiral staircase in a turret, like a castle, but they called it a tabernacle

it later caught fire

when I was eighteen I used to break open the back door around midnight

leave the windows unhinged just in case

think of your healing as a seed; you’re pushed into the dirt and everything is dark for a while. some days you feel like you’re

I hope your love grows as your flowers do
that you never leave them wondering if you love their tired wilted petals

These writing prompts are written in a way for you to write the first thing that comes to your head. You can write as little or as much as you want

Today my head was full of weeds

dry and dusty thirsty things

you are my end of summer sunflower lover

maybe an alleyway at nine pm isn’t the safest place for me to sit and talk to you on the phone but

sunlight dances on my skin like fingertips

Sometimes my poems come from songs and sometimes my songs come from poems. This is one of those, enjoy a poorly lit, imperfect jam sesh in my living room.