How long

have you been watching me?

How much

did you see,

and why

do you linger in the hallway

waiting for me

after class?

Don’t press send

Break me in half

so I don’t have to try to be whole again

because a part of me


when you left

and that piece was holding this all together

Mirco Poetry: I Looked Up At The Moon

The moon looks angry tonight,

red dusted across its face,

like blood has already been spilled.

What did you do?