I told her
This is never gonna work
We both feel too much
I need someone sturdy
who can support me like
nails, like scaffolding
But I tried that,
and he's gone now
Our bodies
didn't quite fit
because he
Didn't want his
And I lay on the sofa
Cause I don't know which way I'm
gonna go from here
Don't know what I'm
gonna be for you
If anything
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
I got a letter
I got a letter in the mail from you today
I brushed the envelop across my mouth
It tastes just like it used to
The train was passing rickety through a cornfield. I was cradled in its arms, headphones pumping strains of Nirvana into my ears. My mouth went dry, watching a bird look back from above. I clutched the walkman in my claw, an arm wound like rope around my waist. In my right hand I held a tiny brown speckled shell, which I rolled over and over. I was on my way to Davis, sun setting slow like honey behind me.
I brushed the envelop across my mouth
It tastes just like it used to
The train was passing rickety through a cornfield. I was cradled in its arms, headphones pumping strains of Nirvana into my ears. My mouth went dry, watching a bird look back from above. I clutched the walkman in my claw, an arm wound like rope around my waist. In my right hand I held a tiny brown speckled shell, which I rolled over and over. I was on my way to Davis, sun setting slow like honey behind me.
Insect
Your carapace
I put it in a stone pestle
and crushed it to a fine powder
The words never left my lips
We never talked it out
I plucked you from my back
like a scarab beetle and pulled
off your wings; I wear you
round my neck like a prize
I put it in a stone pestle
and crushed it to a fine powder
The words never left my lips
We never talked it out
I plucked you from my back
like a scarab beetle and pulled
off your wings; I wear you
round my neck like a prize
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