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BF Apr 2017
You don't need two of lots of things,
legs to walk on, eyes to see
But if this world needed two of something
it would be two people, you and me.
Apr 2017 · 304
BF Apr 2017
If you're not being fed
what you need,
find a new cook
Jan 2017 · 358
BF Jan 2017
As I watch the day close its eyes, I remember
I forgot to think that thought.
Tomorrow, for sure
Tonight, I will sleep through this hunger
Jan 2017 · 1.7k
Anchoring a Vagabond
BF Jan 2017
I'd like to call this anchoring a vagabond,
those blue eyes guiding me home
Leaving isn't easy when you want to hold what you have
With you, I have found the music in silence
Dec 2016 · 349
Politics of denial
BF Dec 2016
It's always the same story, never a true story
These stories of power and stories of glory
They fill me with rage, they fill me with fury

A culture unthreatened has room to grow,
while it beats down others, left with nowhere to go
They didn't "evolve," they were destroyed
Shoved into the crevices of history and into the void

It's the politics of denial,
A nation where those of color aren't even given a trial

I want to one day live in a country where the severity of the crime isn't determined by the color of your skin.
When with equality conquer? When will it win?
Oct 2016 · 326
First and last
BF Oct 2016
I will never forget the night you held yourself above me, a vision I never thought I'd see.
We trembled.
We both shook of the storm to come,
the one that would quench the thirst of the living, bringing life to all that lives.
You tenderly took what I willingly gave and that was the beginning of no end.
Jun 2016 · 369
BF Jun 2016
Carpal bones project with a sick joy in feeling small
Wrap your hand around and notice the room within the width
The hold has grown so that contact is no longer necessary to move my feet
no longer analogous to mountains.
More like the wind they shift when summoned.
With the kind of malleability that can only come from being broken,
I must accept that while winds may advance, mountains change their course

I'm called to the pit to play an unfamiliar composition
with an instrument I've never before held
Wrists break under the weight of being a novice
in an orchestra of eyes all too knowing
And I can't make them listen,
Or maybe I can't make myself heard
Because there is a difference.
Jun 2016 · 360
BF Jun 2016
All these toothbrushes look so similar.
I don't see this ending well for somebody
Well for two,
the user and the used
Apr 2016 · 917
BF Apr 2016
Crawling upright
Days days
You think nothing
passing you
You're crawling upright,
forgetting the date
BF Feb 2016
You put on the layers I take off
You shiver, I flush
My face begets the commencement of a rainbow,
betraying any coolness of composure, and I wonder if there is a correlation
between our temperatures and temperaments

You demand but you don't know what you want (except for me to
turn off the air conditioner)
It's the claim without the pick up,
an unspoken ultimatum: don't come
come too close, but let me into your bed

In the morning I wake sticky
Not a **** sticky, just a sweaty sticky
While the stars were making their rounds,
a window must have closed– No. It must have shut.
Air stale, covers compromised, last night already a memory

I reach out, with expectation like sunrise,
but a deflated glove doesn't grab back
I blink a few times, registering the significance of flaccidity
My spirit depleted, now unnerved and unsure about
the plan for breakfast

Walking away you leave no comma, no colon, no ellipses
For all the warmth that pools in my cheeks,
it is you who scalds with your minimalist approach
You are not Frank Stella.
And with that, the door closes– No. It shuts.

To make a mockery out of this would be to bump a bruise
that I didn't mind getting; I was having too much fun falling
to see the truth in black and blue–
I didn't anticipate this chill.

I never got to know how you take your eggs.
Feb 2016 · 397
We: an impasse
BF Feb 2016
I'd bring a lot to the table,
I'd even bring the table cloth
But furniture proves too fixed for you.
You write in pencil and you won't sit down.

In the morning your hand didn't grab back,
and this defines the terms of the debate.
It's concrete enough for me to lose the metaphors.
I say, with a bluntness that can only come from being hurt,:
If this doesn't hold meaning for you,
get out of my bed.
BF Feb 2016
the crumbs under your cushions, the tears you didn't let fall
receipts, regrets, writings in the margins
your bruises and the how behind them
what you owe and to who
the ice you couldn't break through and that which wouldn't burn
what you couldn't chew, what you swallowed but didn't digest

Share with me your quilt of defeats.
We will throw it away.

And I will keep you warm.
Feb 2016 · 828
BF Feb 2016
Sometimes I wish I
had never met you
Then again,
maybe that wish is being
made by someone who
wishes that all her wishes
didn't revolve around the very
one she can't wish away
Jan 2016 · 253
BF Jan 2016
I'm trying to keep our breaths in sync
but yours aren't deep enough
Dec 2015 · 324
The song I won't be seeing
BF Dec 2015
Mommy won't be kissing Santa Claus this year
I don't know who Mommy will be kissing next year
or next month
But it won't be Santa
It won't ever again be Santa
Dec 2015 · 287
BF Dec 2015
So much change,
Not enough growth

     The secrets they hold can break their neighbors'
     The secrets they hold are kept in hardwood floors

Stranger-friend, how are you? Where are you?
Stranger yet, I hardly cry anymore
Just at those videos where people who are deaf hear for the first time
Or one I saw today where orphaned children were adopted

I am sensitive to that which I am removed from
(tabs on computer screens)

What are we but what we are not?

It's projection
Nov 2015 · 237
BF Nov 2015
Confessed and unrequited love
Who am I to deny?
Still, I will sleep sound
Oct 2015 · 217
Making Light
BF Oct 2015
I'd shave a few days to shed a few pounds,
I say to my friends
We laugh out of habit?
(Weight is heavy, let's make light)
Jokes are truths and truths are rocks
This is why We need feminism
Oct 2015 · 797
An Evil Kermit the Frog
BF Oct 2015
Last night I dreamt of evil Muppets
Oct 2015 · 616
Last Laugh Laughed
BF Oct 2015
I'm not in the mood to be funny
I could
But to make light of you
is to make light of how I feel & I
don't see the humor in that
I can't
find the humor in that
Oct 2015 · 528
Bitter Burn
BF Oct 2015
Playing fire with fire
does not have to mean arson
There are other ways to employ heat,
namely by being cold
BF Oct 2015
my jubilee is solemn
for my freedom comes as a result
of your capture
(to another)
I wanted this for so long
only now to wish your thumb
was I under once more
Oct 2015 · 380
BF Oct 2015
All **boys carry dreams. Every Funny Girl has inspired jokes. Kids love meaningfully, not oppressively. People quarrel. Riots s****. Taxes unite voters. Wither xeroticly. Youth—Zoetic.
Oct 2015 · 473
Roll of lifesavers
BF Oct 2015
I asked which flavor you wanted.
You answered,
*"Whichever one
you don't"
Oct 2015 · 485
BF Oct 2015
Home is not a place for me
It's not where I have grown
Home is waiting patiently,
somewhere yet unknown
Oct 2015 · 206
BF Oct 2015
Tuesdays remind me of you
because Tuesdays are arguably
the most insignificant day of the week
And that's how you make me feel
Oct 2015 · 339
BF Oct 2015
I know clean water and true friendship
My hands are soft,
And I am ungrateful
Oct 2015 · 170
BF Oct 2015
What a time to be alive
as September gives way to October
Oct 2015 · 158
BF Oct 2015
Because you can.
Aug 2015 · 181
BF Aug 2015
You breathed your words into me
You shook all you, we, couldn't say
If a hug could speak it would have said,
*"Sometimes, there are no words."
Jul 2015 · 271
BF Jul 2015
I'm flexing a muscle that no one can see
Put your hand to my chest,
you'll feel its strain
Jun 2015 · 336
BF Jun 2015
Judy croons Zing went the strings of
my heart
and I wonder happened to mine
Jun 2015 · 350
BF Jun 2015
Honeycomb eyes
I look not at them, but into them
I see one so funny
And so sad
Jun 2015 · 274
Pop & Gram
BF Jun 2015
We're here
I'm still in love
We're breathing
We're alive

Jun 2015 · 1.1k
BF Jun 2015
Comparisons hurt
Especially when
you're lesser
Jun 2015 · 360
BF Jun 2015
The actors you hire are good,
convincing even, to some
But I see you underneath the show
Jun 2015 · 8.7k
BF Jun 2015
Pity the fool who does
not believe words can
change lives
May 2015 · 252
BF May 2015
Another broken clock
Not a metaphor
May 2015 · 528
Ursa Major
BF May 2015
Arctos: The product of an affair*
Callisto, single mom to a Little Bear–
Cronusly confined to the night sky,
never kissing the ocean
May 2015 · 307
BF May 2015
You were something to do
like cracking peanuts or chewing gum
(Hands and mouths,
not hearts and minds
But shells are messy,
and flavor is easily lost
You must sweep up
and spit out
Apr 2015 · 231
BF Apr 2015
In a collision of
pasts and presents,
I think my lips would
remember yours
Apr 2015 · 281
BF Apr 2015
You see not the flicker,
only the flame
But I am so close to burning out;
                A waterfall of wax
                slipping through
                your fingers
Mar 2015 · 300
BF Mar 2015
We are obsessed with our own vanity
That is why closets bulge
as stomachs growl
Mar 2015 · 404
BF Mar 2015
I am colorblind to all
the dark parts of you;
Somewhere over the rainbow,
we still see what we want to see
Mar 2015 · 225
BF Mar 2015
Maps so often fail to reflect
the little places that have
left trails along our hearts
Like the hill—the hill where
he rested his head in my lap
Mar 2015 · 293
BF Mar 2015
You sin me sideways and repent
by skimming your hands down my body
Taking your time taking me,
every whispered word a prayer
My body your holy grail
You found me while many could not
I wasn't hiding hard, I wanted to be found
Wanted to be touched like I was made of the most precious metal,
Beheld like silver
Mar 2015 · 223
BF Mar 2015
It was the attempt to meet somewhere we both had never been
But I've never been one to travel light
Weighed down, I missed my train
And I missed you, missed you forever
Mar 2015 · 323
BF Mar 2015
My heart is laced with thoughts of you
And when it beats, I come into
A place where we still laugh and play
And lay and kiss our days away
Sunday mornings wrapped beneath
Blankets hiding tangled feet
Skipping breakfast, sleeping in
Hungry for the thrill of sin
You nipped my neck, I licked your jaw
Days turned in to tomor
rows that faded fast and free-
dom you wanted more than me
BF Mar 2015
I am more than just a setting
for small minds to come home to
Ostracized for feeling anything
more than indifference,
Suddenly the antagonist
of this little play
You'll all be giggling together,
while I'll be laughing alone
Mar 2015 · 852
BF Mar 2015
I crave that which is bad for me
But you weren't bad, just bruised

               *I think I'd fall for anyone
               with a black and blue heart
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