You have no act or game,
but the boy with the guard up gets pretty far,
so you follow him at a distance, down the path he paves.
You take my consent to him as your encouragement,
and though it would have been so unlike you,
you should have used your privileges sooner-
You had them before he did.
Still, your truth is perfect-
Tag: relationships
the hoe and the manwhore
My lies loved yours.
Our scars and alter egos danced,
and your ghost rolled over, straddling mine.
I found a shield in a linguistic sword;Read More »
The Spot
two hands
to hold or to have
with the trees as our witness,
ask
for the sparrows that record our song
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Firsts, Lovers, and Loves
I gave you compliments like flowers,
poured my attention on you like frankincense and myrrh,
stayed in your eyes like they were worth more than your crimes and awkwardness combined-
I chose you, and I made you mine.
So though I never loved you, I loved you first.Read More »
Counterproductivity
Only five times each day, I play like my bed frame
is a tweed lounge seat, my shelf is a welcome desk,
you are my friend by choice, and things are like they used to be-
You here to pay attention like you would have better things to do,
if it weren’t for the fact that I am your best.
Behind closed doors, I mime conversation with transparent friend,
all for imagined your strong, silent type observance.
This poem wasn’t supposed to be embarrassing, but I am
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Love you forever
You called like a god, celebrity
or college freshman,
so I put my Nair down, wrapped a towel around my shame,
glued my wet ear to the fragile phone, said hello
instead of, “Why me?” and let you worship, effuse like I
was way more than the wallpaper at my brother’s parties.
I’d been the entertainment once, back before the parties-
whispering nicknames and manipulations, like a kid sister alone can.
That was back before you, drivers licenses,
meet ups. But you were not before forsaken plans,Read More »
Smog
Lock your irises up and to the right,
summoning mine. Let your side stand square,
your hips too scared. Stare these pupils,
sheltered by my arched brows, down. I can barely see
you through your eyes’ fear. But I know better than
to call such your name, bold challenger, chasing the guards
from the gate of your soul, welcoming my power to
assume your worth, envisioning yourself to be embracing my heart-
heart you shrouded, mistook for my mere humanity.
Pictures
If you had wanted to learn how to smile,
I could have taught.
If you had no longer wanted to hide,
I would have found.
You cover up and run,
break to make yourself back up
into some distortion
like any evil thing would beRead More »
The Moment
A dreary city
A darkened sky
Gray pastel wind
Cascading by
Clear sheets of rain
Too thick to see
Hustle on
So busily
Her umbrella tipped
His shuffling feetRead More »
Pots and Pans
The past few days,
walking and sitting fill me with an ache
that insists there’s something quite wrong
with my walking and sitting when they’re not done by your side
in comfortable conversation.
It’s the kind of ache that makes me want to steal your pots, Read More »
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