We are all in the gutter


You’re somewhere inside of me,
growing and glowing and burning,
becoming something much bigger than
a lump in my throat,
or a knot in my stomach.
You’re in my mind and my hair and my mouth,
you’re tangled up words
I can barely spit out.
You’re a melody that haunts me in my dreams.
You’re poetry I can mumble and whisper,
but can’t quite fit on paper.

Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they’ll make your soul impervious to the world’s soft decay.
- Janet Fitch

Trendy is the last stage before tacky.
- Karl Lagerfeld

Some women choose to follow men, and some women choose to follow their dreams. If you’re wondering which way to go, remember that your career will never wake up and tell you that it doesn’t love you anymore.

We could be together,
and we’d have a big closet
full of nice clothes,
and I’d have my books,
you’d have your music.
At night, we’d be laughing in bed together,
with the city stirring around us,
but our world totally still.
And I’d still wake you up
in the middle of the night,
and at the crack of dawn,
because I’ll still crave you more than coffee.
And sometimes we’d drive to the country
just because we missed the stars.
The cat would meow the whole way,
never getting used to my driving, like you.
And I’d fall in love again
while you talked my ear off,
when we’d be stuck in traffic,
while I held your hand.

During one of our nights together,
we must have exchanged
little pieces of ourselves,
for I feel you with me,
even when you’re not around.
Wherever you go,
I feel my heart go too.
When you follow your dreams,
mine come true.