I find it funny That I raised myself From the cradle To the grave. I never got a chance to be a baby.

Splattered you All over my body And flecks of skin Inside every crevice. I can’t get rid of you

That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:

A seagull carried me away one day And took me to a secret island hid… I laughed at the waves and splashe… I even wrote notes to go with a so… The seagull was leaving and waved…

I wish I wish I wish I could swim in oblivion. Have a tummy full of pills.

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.

Listening to you sleep, I’m in grace. Each breath a prayer. Every rustle a litany. You don’t know how loud you are

You don’t ask me to speak. You never expect my opinion. I was your second child In a runaway marriage. I suppose I loved you once,

While I’m alone, He’s with her. While I’m crying, He’s kissing And rolling

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

I woke at 3 a.m., And I was scared. I thought I’d never be tired agai… But then I remembered the morning And all the joy it brings.

I sing of a new carol Which starts silly giggles As a speeding blue carriage Runs merrily through the dark.

Woah. The bright sky Makes me want to live, And the grass Smells too good to miss.

A tree fell in the park last night… I didn’t hear it go. The innards smelled of peppermint, And I felt the crumbling dirt Turn into ash in my hand.

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