just hit send

My phone dings, vibrates, and lights up when you text me--
so do I.
But you went back to him,
and I’m clearing my history because I can’t compete with yours.
.
If life were a poem I would fight for you,
but that is kid stuff,
that would be a mistake.
I feel like the underdog,
and the universe is pullin’ for me, right?
But you left this poem in your wake.
.
Everything is being erased from my future,
right through the fog,
so send me a blank text once in a while,
I will make up all the words.
.
My phone dings, vibrates, and lights up when you text me,
but it has been quiet lately,
where are your texts?
Please,
just hit send.

i'm not taking her calls

I’m Not Taking Her Calls | The Book of Modern Dating

Here is a description of the five minute and sixteen second audio below:
 
Chapter One: Modern communication: Typewriter, handwritten letter, smoke signal (last resort).
Chapter Two: One-sided-follow-up-phone-call (otherwise known as a voicemail).
Chapter Three: Texting while driving (I’d risk everything for you, baby).

The following "cinematic," as one friend called it, track steers through themes of communication, anxiety, logic, and love. Especially in new connections between possible partners.

This is not an instruction manual. This is dating. There are no rules. Only risk.

Thank you for listening, I hope you enjoyed it. And please feel free to comment with your reactions.

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the quiet (sex) life

We hardly made noise,
only faces



 

the veil

I’m afraid of everyone.

I’m so sick of looking at you.

I can’t tell if you will love me.

and I don’t know how.
I get so discouraged that I just want to sleep.
I am scared.
I belong to you.
maybe we can be imperfect.
and photo each other in the nude.
make fake album covers with our self-portraits.
cause to love is to collaborate.
people do connect.
I belong to you.

paper trail

I write so she will find me,
that she'll figure it out,
like leaving a trail of bread crumbs,
she will find me, 
and figure me out.

regeneration season

I have never felt so cold and brittle,
if we kiss we would surely shatter,
that or cling in love with each other,
saved by our last bits of warm and supple flesh. 


 

first dance

we were sitting on the carpeted floor
by lamplight
knees touching

she invented a dance with her arms and hands-
as they made their way behind my shoulders

hypnotized by her voice,
I forget if it was in English-
it hardly mattered

it was our first embrace.

coffee talk

She never fails to make me spill my coffee.

the kiss

your mouth made me a mirror 

movie review

“It’s so hot in here.” He said.

“This movie is kinda sad.” She said.

“I have to go to the bathroom.” -H

“Me too.” -S

“Let’s go.” –H

 

heart burn

“My chest hurts.”

“I haven’t smoked a cigarette in 5 days.” She said.

“Wow, that’s great!” He said.

“I also haven’t seen you in 5 days.” -S

“Right, how have you been?” -H

“I’m ok, you wanna grab a smoke?” -S

mirror mirror

I see grace in your face.

serial soul mates

I thought she'd been my soul-mate,
'til I met you.

punch drunk love

I can’t break her heart,
for she beat me to the punch. 

short term memory

please help me forget you.

universal language

Some of our best conversations happened while horizontal.