Food in a box
Plastic wrapped
Safe
locked away
Salty
or
Sweet
or
Spicy

I tried to make a salad
what's hiding between the leaves
               Bugs?
Creeping and crawling
               Eggs?
waiting to hatch inside my stomach?
Something sinister is lurking behind the crevices
I dump the bowl into the garbage
I wrap the head in two plastic bags

Every Morning
Laying by the window pane
He soaks up the sun

I want to be more
You ask me what we are
I squeeze your hand
  ….I want
              Walks on the beach
                         Ice cream dripping from our lips
                                   the summer heat beating down on us
                Roller coaster rides
                        Fear building up inside me
                                     But it's okay because you're right beside me
                Midnight drives
                          Safe from the winter chill
                                    In the comfort of your coat
                Spring gardening
                           Covered in dirt and mud
                                     And I'm wearing your old shirt
Instead I smile and wait
I wait for an answer,
  an answer I don't want to hear
You say you're confused
You say you don't know
I promise to wait for you
To let you figure out how you feel
My pride falls to the pit of my stomach
More than anything I wish I could *****
I want to run away from your car
But I don't want to leave your side
This is more than lust
It's more than a friendship

  I WANT us to be more than a brief comet ablaze in the sky
                 and gone in the blink of an eye

You are a good looking man
You pack me a lunch box every morning
but it is filled with poison
A kiss on the forehead keeps me coming back
You are too sweet, sugar in my veins
I am too tired to see
You are slowly killing me
This path I am traveling is already paved
When I come home too late
You are waiting by the door

one

      two

              at the count of three

this pregnant pause will birth

                  a bruise across my cheek

Write Write Write
Erase
Nothing I type makes sense
Erase
Nothing I type makes s
Nothing I type ma
Nothing I typ
Nothing I
Nothing
Erase
Erase
Erase
I should be working on my essay
I haven't even finished the first page'
its due at 1:30
its 12:40
I am *******
All I can think is
Do you remember those giant erasers?
You know, the ones we played with in elementary school?
No?
Okay, well just imagine a normal eraser, but HUGE. Bigger than your hand! Just do that, for me, for just one second.
Anyways, one December I was playing with my friends and for Christmas Sandy got one--
                                   --Are you imagining?
And she pretending to erase me, at first I laughed
but as the day went on everyone went along with it
they all acted as if I was invisible. As if I hadn't ever existed. I cant recall if I cried but it got to the point that I started to believe it. To question my reality, if I ever really existed, and obviously I did, do, but then I asked myself... If they could so easily let me go, let me disappear? Did any of this, did they, did I, did we even matter?
                                                                  "What are we getting at here?"
"That's it,"
                                                                   "That was the big ******?"
"Yup."
                                                    "Geez, but like what happened next?"
"Well,"
                                                                     "Mhmmm?"
"the next day I existed."
                                                               "Oh,"
"Disappointed?"

                                         "Kind of, I thought thered be a conclusion..."

"Nope,"

                       "Hey, don't you have an essay due in like 30 minutes?"
"****."

I wear a wry smile
a flower drenched in red
pain overshadowed by you
you play the florist
but all you do is cut my blooms
and drown me in tears
you have a knack for playing the hero
so go on and shine
while I stay and wither