Poetry Book

Twin Unicorns

They say that these beautiful creatures simply do not exist, but I’ve seen them myself and let me embellish, I objectively must insist. Angelically floating across the land on four legs instead of two, I’m always seeing double, unable to tell who is who. I never believed the stories until I met a pair myself, they look like normal people, they act like nobody else. Judgement free and full of glee, smiles that warm the heart. There is no fear quite as dear as the feeling when we must part. The funny thing about unicorns is that they were made for more than me. When you get your time and feel the sublime, I’m sure you’ll more than agree.


We fell in love again lasterday, the fluttering inside my belly is more than empathy. Butterflies that may be humming birds, with wings that heart beat faster than our words. Words that told us how we’re feeling, hugs that helped us feel it’s real, a fire to show us what is missing when we are no longer in the field. A morning fog that sounds like rain is how it all began. The sun showed through and cleared the dew but our love it still did stand. We do not want to wrap our arms around anyone else unless everyone else is you. It hurts too much to say goodbye, hopefully nexterfun comes real soon.



Hiking boots, brown;
dress pants, white;
Polo shirt, black;
the clothes I wore on the day we lost what can never come back.
Breathing, difficult;
body, inflamed;
he felt his pain and we were feeling the same.
Floor, despondent;
Fur, thick;
there should be more gray for my hands to pick.
Drive, short;
parking, long;
lobby, brutal;
wanted to leave but the struggle was futile.
Waiting room, quiet;
faces, wet;
we held tight our best friend who was also a pet.
Doctor, kind;
table, high;
the three of us pressed close and continued to cry.
Breathing, gone;
Body, still;
Heart, stopped;
wanted to vomit, my stomach suddenly dropped.
Waiting room, quiet;
faces, wet;
we held tight our best friend who was also a pet.



I had a twenty-year plan and everything was going well, until the day it ended with the ringing of a bell. I had a ten-year plan once, though I had hoped for more like fifteen. It feels like it ended abruptly, like I got stuck somewhere in between. I had a four-year plan and it took me all over the place, it’s the only plan that’s ended on time and at the time it was a race. We have all these ideas and goals, see them through as best we can. Always hoping there’s a tomorrow, always wanting one last chance. Time doesn’t work the way we’re taught that it does, there is not orderly pace, those who rush through every moment will vanish without a trace. I still remember the way it felt, but have no idea how it feels. I’m not sure any of it happened, that any of this is real.