I know the way things rot. Brown and white slime on sugar snap peas, black fuzz on applesauce uncovered and abandoned, the expanding plastic of a milk jug kept in the fridge weeks past the best by date,
By Kay Husnick16 days ago in Poets
Remind me how it feels to fall in love a fresh start, a first kiss, butterflies and our surroundings disappearing around us.
By Kay Husnick17 days ago in Poets
Each day passes, and we keep going on this cycle around the sun, each moment extending our lifetimes another second. If you think about it, we are constantly eclipsing our
By Kay Husnick27 days ago in Poets
Even in this new life, the past clings to me. Your likeness follows in strangers' faces, passed on sidewalks increasingly casting shadows on otherwise
By Kay Husnick28 days ago in Poets
In the end, I am glad I still have you for all the bad memories, the list of reasons we did not work together, the ways we messed each other up,
Summer heat, sticky sweet sweat we sat in the park trying to force an appetite do you remember like I do? pre-concert diner sandwiches, watching spiders on the wall before the show
By Kay Husnick30 days ago in Poets
Fire follows me everywhere car fires, apartment fires, laundry room fires igniting nearby until I wonder if I'm throwing off sparks
By Kay Husnickabout a month ago in Poets
He doesn't get me like you do, that innate understanding of being the same at our cores. Differences are fine, but some things are fundamental
I want to spend my time writing, but I get off work at 5 and have to make dinner I could order delivery, but that's $30+ and the potatoes on the counter are starting to sprout so I really should use them now
By Kay Husnick2 months ago in Poets
A woman at my local subway station was pushed onto the tracks She survived, but she lost her feet * A man pushed his girlfriend onto the tracks at my local subway station
Do you see the irony yet? Your need for hyper-independence moved you right back home, 400 miles away from me and all the help you didn't want,
How am I supposed to tell you how I feel when I look at you and can't get a word out? With those curls hanging down over coffee-colored eyes and the way you look at me,