By Amy Simone Piller
I told my mother oncethat I liked summer campbecause I could tell the counselors,yet unknown,all about myselffrom the beginning.
So much have I cravedfor someone to see things my way,to validatethat those toowould be the decisionsthey would have made.
That indeed in my wholenessI was worthyof being loved.
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By Amy Simone Piller
We drive down the highway.For the countless time,I’ve put my life in your hands.
The music recedes to the background.I focus my energy forward,bracing for a crash,staring down the speedometer,silently telling itnot to let you go too fast.
You joke about hydroplaning,break the tension(the mouting family vacation).
In high schoolyou took the shoulder of the [...]
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By Amy Simone Piller
Part I—Intention Expressed
When light peers my vision—you enter my mind;This I tell you in gift: a pocket love song.Forever I’ll sing words to shower you kind,Like though far I feel, for your body I long.
Attention I’ll pay you while passing my day,Though busy the world, I’ll become not contentTo presume you’ll understand what [...]
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By Amy Simone Piller
Ah! To return to the smell of exhaust,the sunset of smogthe reason for late nightsthe rhyme of alarmthe unnatural undulationsof my urban lungs
A fondness I haverandom collisions’ confusion,the exponential powerof meaningless intersections.
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By Amy Simone Piller
When researching oneselfthere is no directory of eventsfrom which to systematically select;there is no randomsurvey of lifethings riselike creamreasons unseenwho was in the roomthe time of day, the ray of lightthe unisolatable way we’re hurtis rarely convenient
We are not malls of personalitiessequestered on a clipboardconveniently differentiatedby colors of teeswe are onewardrobeto changeis a challengelet alone [...]
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By Amy Simone Piller
“They’re all here,†she would saywhen another odd thing took place.
Emphasis on the “aw†in “allâ€as if her mouth could enclosethe oddity.
But it couldn’tthere was still the manplaying flute on the subway stairsand the looming third railDorothy who lived downstairsher mop, vaguely her hairshe died and no one knew for three daysthe doorman [...]
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By Amy Simone Piller
We are tired quiet in the cartalked outcompulsive concerns airedlooming third rail.
In the valley mountains rise siblings unknown
They corral wild horses here,for adoption I don’t supposeI could take one home.
We speed to seethe sun set the lakewater never escapesterminal end of Tahoe’s tearsevaporating.
“Tufahs†rise towers calcium carbonate underground springs bubbling upminerals deposited out.
As the [...]
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By Amy Simone Piller
Things are so ordinaryand terribly important.
Today a kid called methe best teacher everand the dean called me Judas.
Someone rolled their eyes,I ate kim-chi,my cleavage burnt and itched beneath my blouseleftover sunrays dancing.
The gym teacher criedher cousin dieda drunk driverand there it goes—days of anecdotesuntold.
My heart’s mad,can’t take the layers of levityadding up to weight.
Heavylike [...]
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By Amy Simone Piller
Your cup is almost emptyand your brain is fullwith your heart beat, hard beating.
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By Amy Simone Piller
How little I know still of you,the thoughts you had,little boy,lost like megrowing up someplace between imagination andnow.
The tissue of timepre-systemizingus for todayyou in morningby my side.
They say the beginning was beautifulmoments afterthe big bang.Simpler, less atomic mess.
It must have been like breathingwhen we first wake upcomprehending all there isin front [...]
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