I discovered her on twitter. I adore her words. 


to the bride.

on the eve of your wedding
i’ll walk to the edge of the city
imagine you and your woman, white-
dressed and dancing
your hand heavy with rings
like an anchor. i know you will stay
here, tied to her with a thousand
yellow strings. i’m sorry,
says the note i’ll leave in your 
mailbox, but i’ll keep walking. 
i know you will build a life 
that’s happy and whole 
like i know 
how hard a woman i am
to love.




And this:


How inconvenient to acknowledge a year after the fact that your mouth is still reminiscing over that illicit kiss, replaying it.