Flying out of the nest, At sixty mph, Four hours—without rest.
The warmth of my tea, How lovely at six a.m. Oh! The little things.
Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks.... Can I have running through the wo…
“You’re trapped.” He explains, My body is bare, I’m losing time, And losing air.
‘I’ am the lifeless infinite. ‘I’ am the sun, perforating throug… ‘I’ am a strawberry moon. But what is I?
I’m always enamored with, Short periods of time, With fantasies of, Your hand in mine.
No implications, Did I notice at the time, Only the key strokes.
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,
You never loved me, Only the taste of my name, As it lingered on your slithering… Falling out, dripping, With poisons of promises,
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…
‘We’re the same’, Teetering on edges of lines, I ca… And you say again ‘we are the same… Conflating words, Of an honest one,
Tried to meditate, too many different people, are inside my head.
under florescents, the cigarette butts are like confe… glittering the sidewalk, with anxiety.
Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks, Can I have running through the wo…
Whenever I’m alone, I stay smiling, Counting the stitches sewn, On 100 thread count sheets, Wishing for rain,
