Author: Why Are You Yelling?

Back then, we were other people. Your old-you met my old-meand we heard us click into place. Growing apart and back together—intertwining vines, dirt-packed back roads, a multi-colored ball of yarn—we’re at our fullest at the intersection.We’re always together at crossroads.  Our appetites have grown as we’ve devoured everything in our paths. Gobbling up belly laughs, licking our plates clean, moaning with…

The beach-shadows capturedin the photo look dead on vacation.In the 20 years since, theseghosts have seen us, too—two children, digging themselves outso as not to be buried alive.

Lost light fixture, hanging smoke alarms ringing— I can’t wake you. The last night: sharing my twin bed, your furnace/your face. When you love me, you rest your head on mine and leave it there, forgetting that it’s heavy. It hurts to feel you, but you call me girl over and over and it makes us…

The south in summer— feet bare trail hopping in a cotton-candy-colored skirt, flowing neatly below the knees. The sun is his periphery and it dips into the water, shine stretching the length, dyeing the top of his nose: the kind of scene that makes you regret Godlessness. I touch it for a moment— touch the…

You like dive bars, and so do I. Walking away, my heels lick the road. No one knows this city like we know this city. From behind, you bent— kissed the hook of my back. Like a tree, carving your name on me. All around me is stale water. I look at my hands, think:…

I finally sat down and connected the lines I was gathering for a found poem based on Craigslist’s m4w Missed Connections section. I mostly wanted to write it for the first line—the first line is just awesome (and, absurdly, I wish it had been posted for me). Also, the OkCupid email on the bottom of…

In the night, the building is still—the pipes dry, the floorboards cold. Everything is tainted a strange gray, only sleep is in color. The passing train vibrates her stomach like an eager violin and she knows: Every night we surrender ourselves— she will die tonight and wake up tomorrow reborn. The ghosts of the old…