Sunday, April 21, 2019

Questions from the Moon

 I take the long way 

Drive slow 

With the music in low 

Try my best to remember 

As little as I can 

I chase the moon

All the way home 

And when I catch her shine

Like the secret that was once your smile 

she becomes 

the only body 

The only gravity that can pull me away 

From you 

And for a moment 

An hour 

An evening

I am free 

And then 

Like a flood 

Suddenly and all at once 

I wonder 

Are you looking too?  

Tuesday, April 9, 2019


I hold the space 
The silence 
The distance between 
Every part of us that was once Pili 

I tell myself the sacred story called letting go 
Every morning
I say your name until 
The water of you washes over me 
Until I am submerged I the memory of you
Until I learn to move 
Under the weight of that love 

I become a stranger to myself in your company 
A woman of all limbs 
But no feelings 
I am the stoic figure called forgotten 

And every minute the breath I caught from the back of your throat 
Grows further away 
So I turn in your direction 
Hoping to catch another 
Or perhaps your glance 
But as far as I can tell 

You never look back