Dali

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Mulitdicipinary Writer

  • LOVE IS A FORTUNE COOKIE

    My fortune cookie told me
    love is the only true adventure
    and I understood then how I 
    never wanted to arrive anywhere 
    but the moment I met you. 

    I remember wanting to build
    a home there, when you called
    me for the first time. 

    I couldn’t sleep for days thinking
    this is probably what everybody else
    dreams of when they dream of love. 

    I think love is everything you have
    offered me on a golden plate…

    It’s everything you had said
    to me without having to say it.

    Every ‘hello’ and ‘talk soon’ and ‘be good’
    and every bit of small talk we engage in often.

    Sometimes I spend weeks
    missing you in a single minute.

    The hours go so slow without you.

    You’re at dinner with your friends and
    I am still stuck on the morning coffee I shared with you. 

    Sometimes I wonder what it would be like
    to wake to you in bed, finding your things in
    the bathroom when I catch myself thinking
    I must be dreaming, and hearing your voice
    from inside our apartment calling my name. 

    My heart was so right about you.

    You’re the vacation I mentally check
    out to every time I need a little loving.

  • Brink

    What I would wear for you
    Besides my heart on my 
    Sleeve, I don’t know.

    What things I would say,
    I forget the minute
    You say the sweet things
    You say often. 

    Where this will go,
    What road we’ll follow,
    Excites me.

    Every street sign
    In the city of my heart
    Holds directions
    For you to find
    What you came here
    Searching for. 

    There in the place
    That was a place,
    Now much more,
    You’ll find me
    Wondering where
    You have been
    Every time before 

    I waited for love
    To arrive.

  • L.O.V.E

    What do you call it when
    a heart puts up a sign
    that says, “Sorry, we’re closed.”

    [I want to take back
    every love poem
    I ever wrote for
    other people.]

    What do you call it when
    you see yourself in
    that someone
    you can’t seem to
    shut up about?

    [My hands don’t know
    what to do without you…]

    What do you call it when
    your head spins in circles?

    [I can’t stop thinking about you]

    What’s that thing
    everybody seems
    so obsessed with?

  • Birthday Poem

    This year marks my twenty-sixth lap 
    Around the whole sun
    The words you are here on the map 
    Of my existence reassure me 
    Because there are times I didn’t want to be 
    Where I’m from leaving the house means somebody somewhere will probably misgender me
    Making me wonder what it really means to be the pink or blue balloon at a birthday party 
    Much of my becoming comes from wanting 
    To be somewhere else where the grass is greener 
    Someone said the grass is greener where you water it 
    I replied, sometimes the fall takes too long to come 
    Sometimes seasons change in a day and in a minute I am 
    Somewhere underwater 
    Forgetting how to walk on it instead 
    Some days there is bliss deep as the Atlantic 
    I learned much of what we call happiness is in the smaller things:
    A coffee with a friend, the sun on your face, your mother laughing, or the moment after finishing a really good book
    I remember when it comes to not hold onto it 
    That letting go means my hands are open 
    To receiving more love, more light, and more 
    Of everything good this world will offer me 
    That sometimes the highest highs 
    Come after a dip in the road 
    Of where I’m going 
    That getting there is less important 
    Than the company I have in 
    The passenger seat 
    Before I leave this world, I want to feel
    Everything there is to feel here 
    Break my heart a dozen times 
    Just to undo the breaking 
    Because I know there is blessing 
    In the wreckage and patience 
    In the building 
    I hope I find a way to quit smoking 
    I hope the living gives me more 
    Of a rush or helps me boost 
    My mood on days I’m extra moody 
    I hope I forget how to make talk small 
    I hope I keep hoping things will 
    Fall into place the way I do 
    Every time I blow out the candles.

  • Fate

    Fate

    I bet coffee tastes better
    with you beside me–
    even should we
    sit in silence.

    Your presence
    fills me
    like steam curling
    off porcelain.

    Stay.
    Even when the words
    run out.
    Even when the world
    folds in on itself.

    Don’t use words like ‘if’.
    Don’t you lace
    what may come
    with conditions.

    There is no such thing
    as coincidence–
    only moments
    catching up to
    what was meant to be.