Dear Daniel of May 1999, Hello, soft boy who does not know to call himself a boy. (you will come back here.) You are about to be 10 years old and there is going to be Star Wars in the world again and there are toys for it at Taco Bell and hey, real quick,Continue reading “love letter to my 10-year-old self”
Tag Archives: poetry
of home (again, i think)
first of all, it only started raining on my walk HOME from picking up my bagel and my iced coffee. Home. i have struggled with this concept my entire life. my alien body has choked on sobs in the dead of nights and i have begged to the moon, “i just want to go home.”Continue reading “of home (again, i think)”
poem for friday which was originally for tuesday
(because i am trying to believe:) 1. that i can still be a poet (because my teacher took notes last night and emailed me after our phone call and the subject line read YOUR JOB) oh, thank goodness. someone else tell me, please. YOUR JOB, DANIELLE ELISE, DANIEL ELTON, DANI WITH NO “Y.” Believe ThatContinue reading “poem for friday which was originally for tuesday”
trying to explain (kind of like a poem)
(this is what it is, i think:) my heart feels like there’s a crack in it. (barf. sorry.) i feel broken, do you know how that feels? do you know how it feels to believe there is something wrong with the very foundation of you? that this thing- this thing that hurts, that bites- goesContinue reading “trying to explain (kind of like a poem)”
