“Reminiscing in the drizzle of Portland, I notice the ring that’s landed on your finger, a massive insect of glitter, a chandelier shining at the end of a long tunnel. Thirteen years ago, you hid the hurt in your voice… — Jeffrey McDaniel Copy Share
Now I'm just like everybody else, and it's so funny, the way monogamy is funny, the way someone falling down in the street is… — Jeffrey McDaniel Copy Share Image
I've been ignored by prettier women than you, but none who carried the heavy pitchers of silence so far, without spilling a drop. — Jeffrey McDaniel Copy Share Image
“Reminiscing in the drizzle of Portland, I notice the ring that’s landed on your finger, a massive insect of glitter, a chandelier shining at the end of a long tunnel. Thirteen years ago, you hid the hurt in your voice under a blanket and said there’s two kinds of women—those you write poems about and those you don’t. It’s true.… — Jeffrey McDaniel Copy Share
“Hey you, dragging the halo- how about a holiday in the islands of grief? Tongue is the word I wish to have with you.… — Jeffrey McDaniel Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I hate this language with its false words like sunset. The sun does not set. It doesn't rise either. It just stays there in one place, yet we get all romantic, huddling on beaches to watch its so-called departure, when it is we who turn away from it, which is a good thing-if the sun could turn, it would… — Jeffrey McDaniel Copy Share
“Disasterology The Badger is the thirteenth astrological sign. My sign. The one the other signs evicted: unanimously. So what? ! Think I want to read about my future in the newspaper next to the comics? My third grade teacher told me I had no future. I run through snow and turn around just to make sure I’ve got a past.… — Jeffrey McDaniel Copy Share
Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth, like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones. — Jeffrey McDaniel Copy Share Image
“When I haven't been kissed in a long time, I walk behind well-dressed women on cold, December mornings and shovel the steamy exhalations pluming… — Jeffrey McDaniel Copy Share Image
No rescue boat can save the touches I left bobbing in the wild ocean of your flesh, but if they cut open your heart,… — Jeffrey McDaniel Copy Share Image
Once I thought I found love, but then I realized I was just out of cigarettes. — Jeffrey McDaniel Copy Share Image
“I'm sitting opposite you in the bar, waiting for you to uncross your boundaries. I want to rip off your logic and make passionate… — Jeffrey McDaniel Copy Share Image
