Does your own breath
sound like the wind on
the sea, low blue static

shhh

have i tried for too long
to be a kind of graceful
i am not? delicacy with-
out the shoes, the eyes
Daaé, without the voice
so what kind of pretty
is a girl without

grace?

Constantly reminded
why i don't trust you
It was september and
you said I'll just try it

I'll just try it

What if a touch
really could turn
our nightmares
in-to golden

dust?

he acts like I never
saw the private bits
An Entitlement, he
is unabashed, to let
his lips hang low,to
know he could take
advantage of
me

Wave dimpled, salt crested
riding a dry wind, smells a
bit like cinnamon but I will
not complain, I enjoy things
that remind me of places
I used to call

home

My grandmother wakes
before the sun and talks
to God, I wonder if he is
listening and answering

If I were viscous,paint in an open bucket
congealed raisin bran in a bowl, sort of like
crystallized honey, grainy, comatose with
sugar
would you still
love me

waiting to be
someone's dancer

More than once
I have said never
again, so maybe
i'm stronger than
I think, stronger
than i

feel

I think he thought
i would give up the
way they do when
they see his bedroom eyes
evidence to the fact
that he thought I was
that kind of person,so
I wonder what part of
me told him that, what
part of me told him I

was easy?

It's possible that the only thing
he sees are the whites of my feet
flipping like silvery fish bellies
slapping the pavement, a straight
shot across the street, fluorescent
at midnight, no streetlights
are those her arms
pistons, pistons, pistons
I'm a born runner, born never
chaser, this is the way it has
always been

i don't even have to move to do it anymore

these bones are my crutches
colour washed, royally trussed
All but these bones, I'm just a

medley of stolen things

you could take some
time to hold yourself
there will always be
lace dresses to make
you feel pretty, maybe
they bring out the purity
who knows, you could be happy

you could be happy.

I'm sorry I kissed your neck--
it was reckless, force of habit
and I have already hurt you

It's warmer after it rains
here, when the weather
brings spirits out of the
earth

he speaks a kind of
currency that could
pull the stars closer
if that kind of thing

were possible

find the potential
for love
in everyone

So far I have picked up
my phone several times
while wondering in between
separate thoughts
what is the nature of his
intentions and why doesn't he respond?

I hate games, I hated Sorry,
Balderdash, Operation

He mentioned that all girls are crazy
hit the right spot,
I don't really think I am
but that doesn't change the fact that it
stuck with me

If I go through motions enough
the should i
could i
no i won't
do you think 21 times would do the trick?
or was it 28 to break a bad habit?

I didn't think he was a bad habit

Oh, he was three jobs, and school
a sport to attend to, more games
more everything else

and I keep considering the scenarios
how do i approach this? How do I seem unlike
the 'crazy' women he's spoken about?
oh, she's positively daft
he must say to himself

I think.

I *think

anything could be home
anyone could be home
the problem is that
you can't find comfort
in people, they're
not good for that.

Do you ever
hear music
in the middle of the night

I am so very naive
sometimes it really
gets under my skin

Have you ever hurt
so bad that nothing
comes out

I will wait for you
will wait for you
wait for you
for you
you

wherever you are
whoever you are
alive and well
just know that
i pray every night
for you when i go
to bed and again
in the morning
when i wake up
so that maybe
you'll be okay
to meet me
sooner

My clothes are a social
kind of hide, a public naked
when i come home
stripped, sort of alone
i can get out of these fabric holes
but i can't ever get out of this

skin

I want you to make me feel naked everywhere

saying things that make necks hot, face hot

don't have to be so ******, don't have to touch

Want to? Do so, though, don't be so mechanical

swim on, flow on, spill on, no pushing

the things said should tear open, pop seams

wonder what's inside,  beating

running, ebbing, draining, no inspecting, no prodding

a thorough investigation with  eyes, words

make the most difference, words dig the farthest

fill the fastest, reach to ends that previously had

no end

the end

How come my dreams
won't let me realize
i'm dreaming?

Get to know me
i'm good I swear
sometimes I even shine
sometimes I even do pretty things
sometimes I make funny faces
you could record them with a shaky camera
where my voice is awfully fuzzy
get to know me
i swear my hair isn't that bad
sometimes my room is clean
sometimes I will make you food
sometimes I do cute things
I swear i don't rust,
I don't unfaith
unhope
untrust
well
the
trust
maybe.
but i swear i'm good
i can even
say things
sometimes.

Every pair of
eyes has the potential
to stare lovingly

They hung chimes in my soul
and told me not to make a sound

I bite
because
i don't
know
how to
say
no