• roberta commented on the post, welfare 6 years, 7 months ago

    i guess i see it now. i see how i wanted to change you with love. but i forgot about my own welfare. i forgot to care for me.

  • roberta commented on the post, scar 7 years, 11 months ago

    slouching beside you in that booth, flipping your arm over, you tell me before i even see the fault: a scar across your wrist. looked like you were trying to kill yourself. a piece of glass–an accident–and i’m kissing you now in your car, snowing, waiting for my own car to warm.

  • roberta commented on the post, palette 7 years, 11 months ago

    what an odd mix to come across. and now, now it all makes sense: a hiding, a blending, a weird shade here and there. i excused you, and when i didn’t anymore(when i wore out) you left because you couldn’t hide those ugly, ugly truths.

  • roberta commented on the post, view 7 years, 11 months ago

    and even though i’m bundled, feeling trapped and childlike–a puffy coat, mittens half-out of full pockets, a scarf to the chin–even though i can barely move, the view still widens.

  • roberta commented on the post, edge 8 years, 1 month ago

    i sat the apple cider on the edge and with a smile absolutely insisted that you take it. the topic was harsh but warm in the end, and we got through.

  • roberta commented on the post, romantic 8 years, 1 month ago

    flecks of color bumps on the windshield grab my attention, and the music is so, so loud. we wiggle in our seats in a silly, no-regret way. dancing with you always brightens me. i’ll probably never ever say no when you ask to go out for ice cream. i don’t even care that i romanticize […]

  • roberta commented on the post, half 8 years, 1 month ago

    “room for cream, please,”
    you half whisper
    and i stop fumbling for the lid
    and we talk briefly
    about poetry, ’cause i’m leafing through some
    you mention taking a class
    i say we should together
    because strangers
    always seem less
    threatening

  • roberta commented on the post, playground 8 years, 1 month ago

    snot dripped out his nose and we all shrieked, running away. he would throw his hands up and growl as we ran under the wooden structures. i think we were really sort of scared. i really do.

  • roberta commented on the post, average 8 years, 1 month ago

    i’ll give, give, give and find the nearness of reaching out.

  • roberta commented on the post, bars 8 years, 2 months ago

    such a mystery, the way you nonchalantly asked me to that bar. your roommate joked about coke being available–2010 vintage on tap. i was 20 and if you only knew me. i was so uncomfortable. shifting, bumping your knee, declining.

  • roberta commented on the post, salt 8 years, 2 months ago

    sprinkling them around
    compliments that is.
    as common as the salt on the snowy street
    part of me wanted to be taken away
    by kind words, by warm glances
    the world always seemed slower while it snowed in cleveland
    and of course i was with you
    frozen.

  • roberta commented on the post, secretary 8 years, 2 months ago

    because i was afraid of being at a 9-5 desk job, wasting away and maybe then getting married and having a kid and building a fence and then cleaning, cleaning, cleaning. i can only see the progression as tragic. i dream of mobility, not necessarily stability.

  • roberta commented on the post, deer 8 years, 2 months ago

    you know that really excellent moment in the car when you get all sorts of comfortable, slightly singing with the music, slightly thinking about something or someone, slightly tapping the wheel? well i was there and then BOOM, so was the stupid deer.

  • roberta commented on the post, lock 8 years, 3 months ago

    i’m so tired of locks without keys and famously i get so distracted. life is grand when it has meaning and sometimes i buy into the lie, that terribly tempting lie that everything will be okay if i have a job where i’m not trapped. and then i feel guilty because even though my talents […]

  • roberta commented on the post, manager 8 years, 3 months ago

    today i was told i’d be the manager. i want to laugh and cry and pray. that’s my reaction.

  • roberta commented on the post, root 8 years, 3 months ago

    her name was marissa and the roots of her hair never seemed to match the ends. we all made fun of her. after all, she wore a c cup in the fourth grade. i wish i could go back so i could write about her differently now.

  • roberta commented on the post, skeleton 8 years, 3 months ago

    because i got that letter
    2 years after you decided to not talk
    so raw and sincere
    i saw flesh and muscle where before i saw
    only a skeleton

  • roberta commented on the post, cigarette 8 years, 4 months ago

    the january-iced parking lot was a great place to grab my hand. in the other you nonchalantly smoked and turned very carefully to avoid getting smoke in my eyes. i loved you then, and held on very dearly. i hope now i’ll let go.

  • roberta commented on the post, plague 8 years, 4 months ago

    it consumed her as she saw them acting so saccharine, so fake. and there was the slapdash catching up, hurried bits about jobs and housework and hobbies. she judged them with every evasion of the inexcusable truth, the truth about them leaving without telling her goodbye. bitterness was the plague, and she knew it was […]

  • roberta commented on the post, expecting 8 years, 4 months ago

    that climbing, building, steady moving forward in a song, right before things break, right before the catchy chorus, right before the best part, is sometimes just as lovely as getting there. i won’t give up expecting for fear.