September Love

Will you love me enough? Love me so much that your heart can barely hold it—that it would break every other heart you’ve ever held?

Be a Poet

What is it like being a poet? You open yourself up like a big, ruinous chasm and everyone sees inside you, but no one understands who you are.

This World

I love this world so very dearly

Even more so now it feels

I am losing my grip on everything

The sun came up for me even

though I never asked it to

And most days I wouldn’t give

a second thought to everything

that was going right in my life.

The pure joy of waking up

with somewhere to go

something to do

and someone to love

I used to worry in the pointless way

one does—one who never had

to question her place in the world

Not knowing the fragility

of this place