you smell like
the colored power
of talcum and pigment and makeup
it smells warm
musty and thick - but warm
it's in between your hairs
and in the palm of your hand
and seeped into the nape of your neck
and I'm so close
it's on me too

All I know is
That I don't get enough iron
I get bruises
From little bumps
I feel like fainting
And my veins hurt
From squeezing blood
All the way down to my feet

home  i'll  don't
i'm  like  just  place  
make  time  feel  feet  today  
little  deep  world

My bones pop
like popcorn
each time I stand.
My body screams
when things
don't go as planned.

But I’m on the train
and so is she
and she gets off
and I stay on -

that’s how trains work.

Lying is
an irresponsible state
of comfort
that we hold very dear

the statued man
the starving man
the burning woman
each needed the river

the statued man needed to the river
to erode and soften him

the starving man needed the river
to drink and live from

and the burning women needed the river
to dive in deep and put out the fire

so the statued man
sunk his feed into the shallow stream
sat and stayed a thousand years
the starving man kneeled
and grappled at the flow
the water rushing through him endlessly
and the burning woman
dove so deep her feet melt with rocks
and the surface forgot her completely