• Pandatry commented on the post, gypsy 4 months, 1 week ago

    She says you can tell a lot
    about a person from their hands,
    reading callouses and palms
    like gypsies, a sunday full of
    esoteric attentions –

    or, at least they seem to me.
    I’ve never had someone
    notice the freckle underneath
    my bracelets, the excess callous
    above my Solomon’s curve.

    I’ve never had someone ask
    about all the…[Read more]

  • Pandatry commented on the post, station 4 months, 1 week ago

    I always get off at this stop.
    The train whistle leaves me behind
    in a smoke cloud of memories.

    They always leave me at this stop, too.
    I say I understand in a way that eases
    the mountain from their shoulders
    as I take my landslide out of the train doors,
    their hand-made goodbyes waving
    without the courage for words.

    This train…[Read more]

  • Pandatry commented on the post, rafters 4 months, 3 weeks ago

    Rafters bring to mind memories,
    the kind you’d pay someone bury
    with a bloody shovel on a half moon’s night:
    no one likes to see the skeletons.
    No one likes to be reminded of the death
    it took to birth you, as you are now –
    take away the screaming, the placenta,
    the blood-soaked umbilical cord,
    because life is glamorous and
    you are now…[Read more]

  • Pandatry commented on the post, ringtone 11 months, 3 weeks ago

    My joy is a ringtone for your smile.
    Don’t pick up. Not all the time, at least.
    I want to feel this.

    You are a source of wonder.
    I pull scratched lottery tickets
    from my pocket and wonder
    and wonder
    and wonder
    over winning you, instead.

  • Pandatry commented on the post, other 12 months ago

    crown like Saturn,
    rings laying claim
    to something
    I can only
    wish upon,

    a comet visiting
    every seven years.

    I still climb mountains
    to see you.

  • Pandatry commented on the post, skyline 1 year, 3 months ago

    Thoughts create skylines
    I try to see the stars through;
    light pollution swallows
    and burps up a moon
    you have to shield
    your eyes to see.

    It’s too artificial.

    Slow footfalls down dead streets.
    They don’t live here, anymore.
    They don’t live here, anymore.

    I count the wildflowers
    stroking past my fingers,
    and ask them of…[Read more]

  • Pandatry commented on the post, edits 1 year, 3 months ago

    Maybe heartbreak
    is an edit of the soul.

    Something is considered
    polished when there is
    no longer anything to take away.

    I am soft stone, deposited
    by the sea, and maybe
    it is for the better.

    Maybe death is the final edit,
    and one’s story will be bare
    and polished – a headstone.
    Life is simply amassing the experience
    to jot…[Read more]

  • Pandatry commented on the post, railroad 1 year, 4 months ago

    Railroads have become compasses
    to us. We’ve never loved less
    in the valley of these mountains,
    never more outside its edge.

    I prefer meetings so brief
    they already drip nostalgia.
    When the audience swoons
    and says “maybe you’ll meet again,”
    I hope we don’t.
    It holds a stronger impact.

    Railroads are paths to us.
    I’ve been…[Read more]

  • Pandatry commented on the post, scattered 1 year, 4 months ago

    The champagne bottle explodes.
    We are found in sky, in the puddles;
    in the bubbles floating to die on the surface.

    But we are golden, sunshine rays
    overflowing, falling wild,
    tumbling with no concept of the impact,
    pending.

    Disappearing.

    This moment will not come again.
    These selves will metamorphose.
    This moment will not come…[Read more]

  • Pandatry commented on the post, suggest 1 year, 4 months ago

    Impatience suggests I move –
    move, finally move –

    my feet are making mudcastles.
    I’m practicing star-breathing.

    “Please,” I say,
    “tell the wind to come another day.
    I am so very tired.”

    I am still in the same place.
    I am still in the same place.

    I am so very tired.

  • Pandatry commented on the post, sleepless 1 year, 5 months ago

    Seattle eyes, pouring daydreams
    into the untouched coffee in a café
    where anxieties touch like connect-the-dots
    on children’s menus.

    Stir once. Twice.
    What is this?
    – It’s called life.
    Is this all there is?

    Stir once. Twice. Three times.
    Can you do it wrong?
    Why does it not feel…[Read more]

  • Pandatry commented on the post, made 1 year, 9 months ago

    smile made from gravel
    bootstop lips (damn near sinful) –
    I’m conflicted over the concept
    of ownership and love.

  • Pandatry commented on the post, reaching 1 year, 9 months ago

    Glacier tracks up my spine,
    migration of sacrificial hope
    laid bare on a pyre –
    “If I give a little more,
    can I reach a little higher?”

    If I dropped a match
    the shadows would cease
    to exist, and perhaps
    I’d be reborn of the Earth
    by something other than water.

  • Pandatry commented on the post, history 2 years, 1 month ago

    I’m still static-cold terrified
    of December; she’s tapping
    her red nails on the table,
    but she’s smiling and that’s
    a good sign.

    It’s not a good sign.
    It’s never a good sign
    when she comes knocking
    at my door, exposing the snowdrift
    of her teeth, and lashing out at me,
    flashbulb blinding my eyesight as I search
    with trembling hands.…[Read more]

  • Pandatry commented on the post, tedious 2 years, 1 month ago

    My fingers are tied in knots,
    carried by the winds that intersect
    the dead end, midnight streets.
    I’m knocking on doors by throwing
    my entire body at the wood,
    splintered shoulders,
    and the porch lights don’t come on.

    The street has new tar that glues
    me to the gravel, and I’m leaving
    footprints under a dusty blue sky
    that no one will…[Read more]

  • Pandatry commented on the post, preparation 2 years, 1 month ago

    a finger prick
    of sanity before
    the wave swallows
    me whole.

    “don’t swim
    against the riptides,”
    he shouts to me,
    and we aren’t
    supposed to love
    the ships.

    anchors are distorted reality,
    but he makes me feel
    like there’s a beach
    that will take me –
    there’s a place
    I can sleep.

    he makes me feel
    like I could be…[Read more]

  • Pandatry commented on the post, handle 2 years, 1 month ago

    You break off the “handle”
    and drop it in my palms.

    You do not tell me
    what I can take.

    I want to beat you
    over the head with it,
    throw it on the pile
    of handles people have
    handed me in the past
    and create a gravesite.

    I will not visit any of you.

    You do not get to tell me
    what you think
    I should be able to take.

  • Pandatry commented on the post, single 2 years, 1 month ago

    Even numbers cannot surpass
    single digits without addition.
    I don’t want to think this, because
    I am a force of nature by myself;
    I am a puzzle, but I have all of my pieces.
    I am all I need, or should be.

    Even numbers cannot surpass
    single digits without addition.

    Evolution and the continuation
    of a species is not possible
    without…[Read more]

  • Pandatry commented on the post, dentist 2 years, 2 months ago

    Miserable people are everywhere.
    The dental hygienist sees my tattoo
    and launches off into her couple’s therapy.
    A 45 minute check up crawls
    into the skin of a toddler
    who continually stops to stare and stare.

    “what does it mean?” she’d asked.
    “it’s a reminder,” I’d tried to smile.

    Misery loves company.

  • Pandatry commented on the post, monsters 2 years, 4 months ago

    The space under
    the bed is too small;

    emerging, teeth bared,
    and searching for an ankle.