“The poet can’t stand the quiet. She can’t stand the buzzing in her head. The murmur of memory. The poet picks up a book of poetry. It is not her writing but it reads the same way. It is not… — Trista Mateer Copy Share Image
“I hope one day somebody loves you so much that they see violets in the bags under your eyes, sunsets in the downward arch… — Trista Mateer Copy Share Image
“The poet lusts after emotionally unavailable people because she doesn't have to worry about commitment. The poet desperately wants commitment.” — Trista Mateer Copy Share Image
“The poet can’t stand the quiet. She can’t stand the buzzing in her head. The murmur of memory. The poet picks up a book… — Trista Mateer Copy Share Image
“A BRIEF INTERLUDE It’s been three years since I’ve spent the night with someone who liked me enough to get breakfast in the morning.… — Trista Mateer Copy Share Image
“The poet is afraid to make any place feel too much like home because then she might have to stop running.” — Trista Mateer Copy Share Image
“I know I have bigger problems than who I’m not kissing right now but three margaritas in, I wonder how safe your number is… — Trista Mateer Copy Share Image
“And you might curse the one who teaches you what it feels like to cry at the bottom of the shower in the middle… — Trista Mateer Copy Share Image
