I wish people worked like clocks
They can be tall
Short
Loud
Quiet
They can be digital
They can be old-fashioned
They can be dressed up
Or even a little bare
And when they break
You can tell
And you can fix them
And make them all better

The girl hits good for a 5 foot 2
120 pound mountain of attitude
Her friends asked if she learned from a dude
But she smirked and said her Aunt Mary and her wife Aunt Jude

The girl liked the way it made ripples in skin
How a punch could change a person’s complexion
From a pale white to black and blue.

Her boyfriend was a different color every day
Blue in the eye and purple in the ribs
People thought he liked it that way
But they didn’t know how he truly lived

The girl used her jab as her excuse for coming home late
Her right hook to why she hooked up with his best mate
Her uppercut meant she didn’t want to take out the trash
And her straight meant she wanted some extra cash

He gave her what she wanted because all he could see
Was an angel who barely met 5 foot 3
And it’s not like he could ever talk back
Her left hook always dealt with that.

falling
down
down
into a blurry Slumber
shake me.
shake me.
but you will not wake me
from this interminable Sleep

the girl had Emotion in her fingers
her head was too empty with thoughts
and her heart too drained of recognition
that she stored her feelings in her fingertips