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The rocker pushed and pulled as I breathed thick summer air and sipped hot lemonade. This was Texas at its best, wrapped in a screen porch and sweating, happy to scramble under the southern sun like an egg in a pan. Homemade ice cream waited behind the freezer door. Our horses tore grass from the field. This is what we bargained for. We came out on the best side of the deal.

Posted By caitlinmonster On 05.15.2013 @ 11:22 pm

She was a taboo like a scorch in the throat. A word you shouldn’t say. The taste of her sweat when she arches, like the songs your parents told you not to hear. She walked all lace and spiked heels and she loved you like you never wanted. Like you always needed. She was the taboo you were never supposed to crave.

Posted By caitlinmonster On 05.13.2013 @ 1:28 pm

We sat sipping slow drinks with hot curls of steam rising from our mugs. There were things you wouldn’t say. There were words behind my mouth. We sat there as if we were conversing, as if the coffee could bring us closer. We sat there, staring at each other, waiting to muster the courage to be candid. We sat there as if we loved one another still. We sat there as if it meant something.

Posted By caitlinmonster On 04.22.2013 @ 2:46 pm

how do you walk how do you move your feet when the voices mumble the ground beneath you gurgles you have nowhere solid to step

how do you try when the sludge sloshes at your ankles and your head is ablaze with worry and nothing sticks and nothing fades

Posted By caitlinmonster On 04.16.2013 @ 1:16 pm

I suppose you were always leverage. Something from which I could spring to the next level. A tool. I was always unfair, we were always unfair. You were always used up. I sucked you down and moved on. This was never what we wanted it to be. You were the next step on the staircase, and I climbed you with muddy shoes. I should have walked softer. I should have, I should have. I should have done many things.

Posted By caitlinmonster On 04.15.2013 @ 1:15 pm

I should stop writing drunk, baby. I should give you what you deserve. Come over here, baby, let me breathe you in and let me drink you. Baby, you are everything I’ve never asked for, and I want you, baby. You get me drunk, honey, sweetheart, and I want you. I should stop drinking you so hard and I should write sober. But you just fill me up, baby. You just get me drunk.

Posted By caitlinmonster On 01.29.2013 @ 9:42 pm

I wish I were higher on some celestial plane or a platform somewhere between clouds and blue

sky, I wish I were higher

I wish I could reach tree tops, skyscrapers I wish I could float beyond this mire and roil I wish I could scream

louder, I wish I were higher

Posted By caitlinmonster On 12.04.2012 @ 8:04 pm

both toxic and radioactive you are cleansing in your destruction break me down at the molecular level, rebuild me into something chrome solid and white hot something cruel and beautiful

Posted By caitlinmonster On 12.03.2012 @ 6:19 pm

you will be under neath and you will not breathe air again for minutes

and minutes trail months into years and you will think you see a crack of light but you will not

under water and burlap under mud and ice and shovels under neath and you will not breathe

Posted By caitlinmonster On 11.27.2012 @ 3:02 pm

It was a library. It was a room full of books, it was a tribute to the glint in his eyes and the flesh of his stomach. The almost-brown of his hair. The sea green of his eyes and the gray of his fingertips. It was a volume of books in alphabetical order and they all wrote his smile in my mouth. They all wrote his name.

Posted By caitlinmonster On 11.24.2012 @ 10:00 pm

she was the framework of me lacing wooden beams between my ribs and around my collar bone

she held me up, she held me up

and all inside of me she left her splinters singing her name in my arches and cornerstones

she held me up, she held me up

Posted By caitlinmonster On 06.18.2012 @ 1:40 am

The mayor stroked his double-breasted suit, an air of pomp and pure egotism clouding around his puffed chest. Today was his day. Today he had won. And nothing on God’s green earth could take away the buoyancy that plumed under his every step on this perfect afternoon.

Posted By caitlinmonster On 06.16.2012 @ 12:18 am

her stained glass eyes are breaking me, cutting into mine and lacerating what hopes I had of any kind of future without her

she is my cathedral I go to her to pray and I will be buried in her shade one day

Posted By caitlinmonster On 06.14.2012 @ 9:43 pm

Her hair. It used to be straw-colored, or rather… something closer to pale sunshine on a December day. Nowadays it’s hard red. Dark. Saturated. I can’t help but breathe it in when I see her. Every time.

Posted By caitlinmonster On 06.13.2012 @ 4:00 pm

it was a brief encounter her teeth, my collar the space between us, fading into something grayish-blue and insignificant following the lines we made along the creasing sheets

Posted By caitlinmonster On 06.12.2012 @ 9:38 pm

make a nest in me find spare parts, find fluff pieces of straw bits of me that you can use create a home beneath my neck and in the hollow of my chest make a little nest in me where you can go to hide, or seek

Posted By caitlinmonster On 06.10.2012 @ 10:14 am

below the twisting earth is curling veins of trees and my toes leaves trodden and left to sleep silence

below me waiting the pads of my feet sullen oldish shoe prints rotten things in pretty vases

ashes of the long gone forgotten and flower petals fallen

Posted By caitlinmonster On 01.17.2012 @ 6:21 pm

crouch down hard, there, pretty get near that earth dust on your knees, scrape ‘em up ripped blue jeans get near that earth, pretty breathe that dirt and drink that sky

Posted By caitlinmonster On 09.20.2011 @ 11:40 pm

It was on account a her hair, I think. Or maybe it was her lips… Hell, I don’t know. Maybe it was the whole damn thing, those hips swingin’ from side to side and her skirt floppin’ around. I don’t know. But she sure did catch me…

Posted By caitlinmonster On 09.14.2011 @ 4:25 pm

Down the avenue, I saw her swinging her hips and her watermelon pink lips. A vision straight out of 1969. She was perfect. She was London. She was soul, and her dark crushed velvet voice caught me around my ankles. I tripped into her. She never noticed.

Posted By caitlinmonster On 08.31.2011 @ 2:53 pm

I can make you only this offer. Only this small, breathing thing, which cannot survive outside of your care and cannot make its own way in the world. I can offer you only my tiny, fluttering heart. It is all I can bring to your feet, but I will bring it.

Posted By caitlinmonster On 08.30.2011 @ 7:08 pm

the distant mist, I see you standing there. stark still. waiting for the purplish morning to arrive, waiting for the dew to settle. I get emotional. it settles all around you and makes your hair turn wavy and glisten, and I can see the sparkling drops on your eyelashes from here. I can see it on your nose, I can see the love I left there on your apple cheeks. don’t think, just walk. don’t think, just walk. but then I never want to spoil this stillness.

Posted By caitlinmonster On 08.29.2011 @ 10:44 pm

A blank white blinking space bar, taunting. Inviting and sometimes intimidating, I will wait for you to use me. I will be your canvas, love, paint me however you like. I will lay white and open for the touch of your brush when you are ready.

Posted By caitlinmonster On 08.07.2011 @ 9:32 pm

Lightning strikes quick and cold like kitchen knives, leaving blue fires in houses and trees and fields and killing people sometimes. Lightning comes and is gone. Lightning is fast, too fast. Lightning crackles across the sky and turns it into art, but it is too wild for our buildings.

Posted By caitlinmonster On 07.26.2011 @ 12:20 am