things i like

cedar
sharpened pencils
sidewalks with really old dates on them
forgetting facts about american history
walking through tall corn fields
ice skating
coffee beans
oceans
your heart beat
sounds like
a brand new box of crayons
the sound of all those colors at once
i want to draw you a napkin map
to my house
we'll walk past living rooms glowing late at night
i'll tell you made up stories
that are also true
avocados and oranges
snapdragons
a cheeseburger, fries, and a shake
good poems that don't rhyme
old irish folk songs
lullabies
but mostly
the smell of your hair:

cedar pencil shavings
sunshine
earth
and sleep.



a very short monologue. for an actress. or an actor. whatever.

“so i stole his copy of marat/sade. The one he had marked up when he played the marquis in college. The one that changed his life. And the sadder of the things is- that when he goes back to look for it, if he goes back to look for it, he won't even realize that somebody took it- he'll just look, and look again, and shrug his shoulders and turn to his westward opening floor-to-ceilings and see the decaying ocean.”