wish for some navy blue

It’s one of those windy nights that belongs to a place with more open skies

Where there’s a trick of a hint of warmth

Where each gust makes you wonder why you even bothered with your hair today

Where it feels like the earth is turning faster than it should and your town seems to be the axis point

Where you wanna wander

Where it steals your breath if you walk right into it

i saw the moon

Warming up on the couch—

Listening to stories of metal crows on the television—

I bent my neck backwards at what should be an impossible angle to talk to my cat,

And caught a glimpse of the waxing gibbous moon in an apparent starless sky through the window.

I felt like, for the first time, I saw the edges of its craters, captive in a thick slice of cheese,

Framed in the blackness of the void of space, like in those photos when craft are within spitting difference of the thing!

For the first time, I saw, for what it was,

Sunlight,

Reflected off the surface of the scarred porcelain face of Diana!

A gift of beaming, in the night, from the day—

Cold.

An ice cube in a flat drink.

I bent my neck backwards and thanked the light pollution 

For a sip of my favorite kind of illumination.

the same taste

Listening party for Clarice Jensen’s

In holiday clothing, out of the great darkness

Near-silent on the couch

You sniffled a bit

Halfway through,

You said, through tears, that this album tasted like powdered sugar snow.

I said, “oh”,

Knowing that you’ve told me multiple times that that’s what my voice, my laugh taste like to you, and it’s part of what drew you to me in the first place

And then you said, “…and asphalt at night.”

And I wept with you,

Quietly, 

Apart from you,

For the rest of the album.

It’s a beautiful record.

field notes on some closure

12:52am

This is what you have to do.

I feel slightly better. It still sucks.

/////

9:25am

People don’t have to destroy each other

Sometimes, when you think you have the best guided heart,

It’s very hard not to

/////

5:52pm

Meaning returns on the downbeat,

on resentment?

I don’t think that we’d resent each other if we stayed together. I think we’d resent each other if we really did break it off for good right now without trying harder to save us.

field notes from the worst day of my life

11:12am

I didn't want this.

I never wanted this.

I relied too much on a supposedly guaranteed future together that I didn't plan for anything else.

/////

12:08pm

I need to stay alive for Clifford.

If anything, I need to give him a good life.

/////

1:19pm

All the meaning has left.

The meaning in everything has left everything.

/////

10:50pm

It was you and me

In this life and the next

And the next

And the next

And the next

You said in your vision two years ago

That you'd seen to the end of time? I think?

And that it was me, it was always me

Wed 9/17 3:36pm

apparently no one can tell me that something sad is even on the table, because my mind(? my body?) will register is as The Most Likely Possibility begin grieving before i'm ready. i'm listening to "Title & Registration" by Death Cab and i wanna tell someone what's going on and that uh-oh i'm listening to this stuff that's not good and i realize: that person would be you. none of my friends, even my closest, know that we're in trouble.

where did i mess up? when i was at my deepest low in years, this summer, that overlapped with yours? i'm sorry you're not able to fight to drag me up in the way that i'm TRYING to help you.

what kind of rain is falling?

i never

end up being someone's first choice,

or their last

you keep saying (to the tune of Wolves Where I'm Going)

You love me very much,

Very deeply,

But do you write songs about me?

For me?

It's hard to tell

Because you talk about you and another person smoking

And I know you know that I kinda used to smoke, but not really

I'm enough to move you

Off the couch, and out of your chair,

And sometimes into bed

But am I enough to move you

To write me into chords and picking,

And open mic hauntings?

Because I would haunt you, too

If I die first, you know I would haunt you

sometimes,

it feels like it would feel good--amazing--to just snap.