charvermont

*note: all my grammar choices (ex. capitalizations in the middle of a sentence) are purposeful and serve a purpose to help me deliver the full meaning and intended feeling of this poem!

I met Turnip Head!

I'll write you all responses on paper
      but struggle for the courage 
      to send them because 

To be like you is all I want –
      smelling of ashes and pine wood.

I read your poems. No, I
devour your poems. They are
beautiful.

Each one leaves me with such want,
pure longing. How does one live 
a life like that? How does one see 
the world like that? You are a 

In autumn, I
started to use the bar of
shea butter 
          imprinted with wildflowers
that you made so patiently for me.

          I never allow myself

I ran out of floss and I suppose 
that makes things easier for now but
I know this will come back to get me, 
undeniably at the worst time. 

I am hungry but 
I have no appetite. I 

Isn't it obvious that I can't keep my eyes off of you? 
Or stop thinking about you? I'm up 
late with the tired sound of your voice. It's 
ringing through my ears. Something new.