Xanadu
 

If I were your pillow within its pillowcase. Unchanging unlike the casing surrounding it. Cushioning your head, keeping you comfortable....

At times I am the threading of two things into one. A screw beneath the floorboard unseen by the beauty above the wood grain. The...

Forgotten and for granted, dormant on your bed, when night falls, your head will cast my shape. Feathering the sheet, carved around your...

Let me be the sweet creamer in your coffee. Always pouring me in— without me, you don’t drink coffee. I would like to be that essential....

Why can’t I be the soft sand, comforting and cleansing you, keeping the beach renewed and repaired—grainy and constantly changing. The...

The scratches in the bleeding knee after falling from the bike. New shoes that gave blisters, slowly shearing skin. Pain dwindled for...

What if I were sound? Loud, silent, An echo bellows, A transient trance, Vibrations in the air, A symphony of a moment—beyond compare. A...

To be your coffee, your first thought in the morning, yet the last you need. Take your time with me— measure the sugar, calculate the...

Waiting all year, for just one week, I can feel the excitement in my stomach while thinking. All the memories surrounding the same...

You leave, and I kiss you goodbye. I have given more to us than you have, but so much goes through my head still— Constantly replaying...