Poems from The Welter of Me & You

Melody

Melody — When I met you, I was a house-sitter  in my own body, eating pastries and  dozing off drunk in the shower. When we talked, words leaped out of my mouth  like animals released into the wild. You unwrapped  your life like a talisman, spoke  about years and ways you’d ached  in a postcard-ready …

Flight Plan

Flight Plan — Let’s speak to each other in the language of paper airplanes, bend our edges in to meet and fold the quiet into shapes, mold our wings according to the soft geometry of handmade things. Let’s use our time aloft to catch our breath and clear the air before we yaw, pamper back …