You collect calluses, Like precious gems, Revering their form, Keeping them close, And if it wasn’t for me,
Flying out of the nest, At sixty mph, Four hours—without rest.
‘I’ am the lifeless infinite. ‘I’ am the sun, perforating throug… ‘I’ am a strawberry moon. But what is I?
‘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,
Carefully and slowly, I unfold myself from inside, Dark and lowly, I swallow my pride, I let her out,
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...
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,
under florescents, the cigarette butts are like confe… glittering the sidewalk, with anxiety.
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,
Stumbling over words, Like a child stumbles over shoe la… Left undone. Every word I want to say, Left undone.
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,
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,
The warmth of my tea, How lovely at six a.m. Oh! The little things.
