under florescents, the cigarette butts are like confe… glittering the sidewalk, with anxiety.
I’m not a side dish, I’m not a left—over, you can’t put me away, you can’t save me for later, as with all things,
She melds into the rhythm, listening for a heartbeat, escaping into the fumes, her thoughts incomplete. She escaped through the cracks,
Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks.... Can I have running through the wo…
I feel like I could vomit tears, But that wouldn’t suffice, For amount of years together, Exactly twice, I have no idea...
I never thought I could crave a s… Like the one that sits across your… Distinctly scraped from the corner… Made in depths of dreams and forei… Its own presence, reflecting galax…
Despite the rips in between the se… I can’t escape my bones, I can’t fight the dreams, So I wait but, I can’t manage to speak,
Whenever I’m alone, I stay smiling, Counting the stitches sewn, On 100 thread count sheets, Wishing for rain,
The warmth of my tea, How lovely at six a.m. Oh! The little things.
Tried to meditate, too many different people, are inside my head.
Stumbling over words, Like a child stumbles over shoe la… Left undone. Every word I want to say, Left undone.
You collect calluses, Like precious gems, Revering their form, Keeping them close, And if it wasn’t for me,
I’m always enamored with, Short periods of time, With fantasies of, Your hand in mine.
I can’t say I know, The bed where you lay, The shape, color, and patterns, That makes up your day, I can only say now,
No implications, Did I notice at the time, Only the key strokes.
