The new, and the improved.

What I’ve been up to.

New poem in progress:

I feel like I’m 30.

Most mornings I wake up unhappy.

Sick from festivities forgotten and the night’s crisp air.

We walked in that crisp air.

We walked all the way to Kentucky just to see if we could.

We walked in moccasins, and somehow I became convinced

that I was a Cherokee, walking a trail of tears

away from the land we knew was safe,

but it wasn’t rash because with safety comes despondence.

And we are still young so let’s make dandelion crowns.

Let’s ridicule those who are not strong enough to be king.

Let’s be elementary in our transgressions, spitting on sidewalks

and breaking pencils. I want to kick you under the table

and look into your eyes because this is just like first grade

and I don’t know how to hold hands yet.

I haven’t fucked or fought or loved anything yet

So will you be my first?

Will you be the first one in line and the last leaf on the tree?

Or will you abandon me like the rest will?

Would you leave me to chase the silver strands

That dreams sometimes leave behind?

Will you hide your hands from me?

Pocketing the stigmas I’ve always known were there.

There is no more truth in waking up.

There are no more reasons to number our days.

Because I will forever be stationary.

If only for your memory I will stand here

Seemingly courageous, I will stand here

Fighting everything false inside of myself

The only things I’ll let live

Are the things you left behind:

A lipstick, two camel lights, a pair of tweezers,

And the suitcase that you couldn’t carry.

Danny Sherrard.

What I’m reading: For the past few days I have been reading Shakespeare’s The Merchant of Venice. It’s a great read and though I normally encourage people to read contemporary literature I highly recommend diving into this play, it’s a highly enjoyable read.

A Shaky Day At Amir’s.