“And you might curse the one who teaches you what it feels like to cry at the bottom of the shower in the middle of the night, but it is important to learn how to get back up on your… — 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 of poetry. It is not her writing but it reads the same way. It is not her story but the ending is similar enough to pass. The poet tries to read a verse out loud and… — Trista Mateer Copy Share
“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. Still, I spread my heart thin like butter on toast, hoping someone else will come along and snatch it off my plate. Still, I stumble half-dressed out of other people’s apartments and treat myself to coffee… — Trista Mateer Copy Share
“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
