The Lakes

The Lakes

I want auroras and sad prose. Here exploring my own folklore.

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It’s Too Hot In This Volvo

Being your daughter

Is flushed and scorched skin

A black Volvo too hot

To spend summertime in


A subway in August

Sweat under my bra

I bask in your warmth

As long as I stay without flaw


I saw

The way you spoke

About the good girl on fire

Her picture in your wallet

It’s not me you desire


Just a version

Your aversion

To the real me is sweet

You don’t want to meet her

But defeat her

An...

I never thought I would fall in love with silence


I thought she was oppressive,

A closed window,

A wall with no art,

Judgmental,

A haunted amplifier of thoughts I wanted to forget


I was scared of her

Avoided her by doing homework in the kitchen,

Sticking to roommates,

Filling my mind with any toxic rag that would stifle sound


But when I finally had to live alone

There were moments when silenc...

A Memory Mosaic

Memories are like glass


There are the shiny ones

That you put on display

Or that you keep in your pocket

For a rainy day


There are the painful ones

Like when you got in trouble

That you avoid

Because they shatter your bubble


There are the distorted ones

Blown into curves

That when told as truth

Get on your nerves


There are the fragile ones

That you handle with care

So you think of ...