Boy Oracle
Speaks Truth. Almost
Not What You Want to Hear
What You Need to Hear
Listening To Him Is Like
Scratching an Itch
One to Watch the Universe
Decay With

Being real is hard
as opposed to being fake
as opposed to being bubbling plastic, mask this
look past my plausibility
soft body
teeth mouth throat
eyelashes,
heart
fake
styrofoam
empty
deserted
these eyes are what I have to offer now, these ears
If you had reached me earlier, I would've had more
to put at your disposal:
my devotion
my hands
my feet
my sanity
my presence in this day, for this conversation
my heart, soul, and chapstick
but I've said too much.
If you had reached me earlier
I swear I would've given you the rib-cage straight out of my chest  
before your lips were halfway open and asking--
I know I would've been in your veins before fall
But I can't worry about your veins now,
I've opened too many of mine
and what I'm trying to say is honey,
My heart isn't full enough for me to pour it out to you every night.
You know I wish I could

If you heard it from the mouth of my father or your father
you would marvel
and you would ponder
and you would not question without evaluation

But since it spills from the mouth of a wide-eyed girl
you dismiss
you retaliate,
you don’t evaluate.
You shut down because your perception of intelligence is NOT
the tasteless temperamental teen tantrum

They all have these strange ideas?
Must have seen them on the TV
must have heard them from the trashed or the terrible
It's a taboo: what if the kids have ideas?
What if they're smarter than you?

From the mouth of her father
to the space of her ear,
the things that we say
are the things that we hear

If you heard it from the mouth of my father or your father
you would marvel
and you would ponder
and you would not question without evaluation

But since it spills from the mouth of a wide-eyed girl
you dismiss, see her mouth as a kiss
Don't forget that she's capable
of so much more than this.

She woke to the sensation that her body had abandoned her
Lips frozen in a sentiment she didn’t understand
Legs so accustomed to fleeing they became circles
Unable to open her eyes, she felt. Listened.
She soon realized, despite feeling as though she did not exist,
she could sense heat spreading to her from an exterior source
This meant two things:
1. There remained a piece of her still tender enough to experience warmth
2. She was in opposition to an exterior, meaning she herself contained an interior, which saved her from the frustration of being caught somewhere in between. Sparked by these perceptions, she inhaled, or became aware that she was inhaling, and that she possessed a nose, in which she smelled cement. Pattens began to form inside her eyelids, dancing and slithering, tempting her into sleep, into undoing all the hard work she had done to exist. Her eyes flew open, thrusting her back into the body she felt she could not trust.