You’re drawn towards me like we’re perfectly opposed…
like one of us put ourselves into the wrong box,
because heaven knows I don’t want to be shocked by your sparking outlet.
I just want to run, but I stay, every time. Like I’m…
electrocuted- Stuck. Like I’m numb- stuck.
Seems safer to turn the power off when men hang on me. Three at one time.
They each try to caress my neck at once,Read More »
Sometimes I think the funniest thing about him is that I found him normal-
Getting pulled over, breaking down, breaking back in,
my bloody hand from climbing a fence to get to school and the mysterious sock
that we used to clot, and how that was god.
Rock walls tied to the truck while directing traffic on the interstate
so that ducks could pass- It was
SMOOTH AS BUTTER! BOWL OF SUGAR! WHOO-Read More »
It’s not in the cliché way
you smile, say Dad and Mom “stayed home”.
It’s the picturesque shot of you
walking into church alone.Read More »
Once the travel mug tired of journeying at last
and couldn’t even stand to take the paved road home,
Dave lost the dear friend in all its specificities.
But stomp its foot and huff its breath all it wants,
I don’t think that it will stay stagnant long.
Things roll, people shove, and you never have much say
in where you end up, which is not all bad, because
wasn’t the travel mug made to sojourn?
And aren’t our crimes against ourselves along with the rest,
until our selves break or break out into light?
Welcome back. I guess you never left, huh?
I didn’t invite you here.
This is my mind- the place you roam, though you’ll never know its streets.
It is daytime here, though you and I are star-blanketed.
All the underground thought-lings come out to play now.
You’re dragged along.
And I am played the brand-new season of a long-dead drama.Read More »
Oh mirage,
translucent ghost!
Tortoise barely ahead of the hare,
child of the warm, lasting hugs from the golden age,
then child around whom I could never secure my arms-
Tonight I am short on a way to say nothing
and lacking something
to say in some way,
and so my head turns to you,
breath caught
from the dawn of realization-
Haven’t you always spared coins
and dreams for me?Read More »
The sliding glass doors reflect the light
‘til the room
is a doubly aglow,
and I can see you as well
as the squirrels heard hunting for morsels
on our balcony see us.
You sit close enough for me
to smell your butterscotch skin,
but your words are music to my ears-
not pleasant, but foreign.Read More »
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