I am a plummeting plane. I see the clouds go past, And I close my eyes, sometimes, But I still feel where I’m going. Sometimes, I feel that

Nobody wishes so Such as me To die quickly Or be mauled in Such a manner that

I was born of the Virgin Mary, Given life to rid earth of evil. Blood on my hands, Dirt on my hands, I’m akin with Christ Himself.

She looked like innocence And felt like sin And died like grace And fell like a bird And fell like a bird

I cannot bring myself to cry. I can’t decide if this is a curse Or a blessing.

Moon up, Pants down. I said no. His body said yes.

I’ve been waiting For years And days And all the seconds For a warm body.

Last night, all I saw was Nancy. The way she cried when I held her… Like a fleshy cradle Around her broken heart. I saw her loving me

You’re bleeding down my legs, Tangling me up in your fingers. I want to run my nails down your b… And sigh in your ear.

I’m falling apart beneath my smile… I grapple blindly for a rope To save myself from rising waters. I come up, lungs full of despair, And my parents cover my mouth

The grass was dewy. You carried me on your back. I could feel your heartbeat Through your shirt. I wanted you to be mine,

You know, I miss you both Like I miss my childhood blanket That I wonder idly about.

She fell like rain, Like a bird, Like a comet chasing light, Like a star dropping from the nigh… Like a stone in water,