observation
You collect calluses, Like precious gems, Revering their form, Keeping them close, And if it wasn’t for me,
Stumbling over words, Like a child stumbles over shoe la… Left undone. Every word I want to say, Left undone.
Flying out of the nest, At sixty mph, Four hours—without rest.
Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks, Can I have running through the wo…
It feels much less like a kick in… but a slap in the face, I would say ‘fuck it’, but it wouldn’t adequately represe… that was lacked in,
Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks.... Can I have running through the wo…
The warmth of my tea, How lovely at six a.m. Oh! The little things.
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,
Tried to meditate, too many different people, are inside my head.
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,
Last Night. Was the first night I had a thous… Perforating with tender thoughts i… Last Night. Was the the first night, in my lif…
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…
Whenever I’m alone, I stay smiling, Counting the stitches sewn, On 100 thread count sheets, Wishing for rain,
I’m always enamored with, Short periods of time, With fantasies of, Your hand in mine.
