“I forbid you”
Which seemed to ask you to find something to do.
Odius,
Huge,
And Terrible.
Aren’t they your duties?

Discovering you talk like a cage.
I pretend like a renegade.
Nobody quite remembered, but that’s the way you wanted it.

In a flare of temper,
In a moment you could trust me with.

There's a bug stuck in between the window and the screen
and I think about how he got there
and how ******* ******* he must be,
and if he's even a "he".

But even if he got out,
he wouldn't go anywhere important.

And I wonder if bugs know that glass is glass.

She said he had a mathematical elegance. She said he held her bones up. She said in the fall they went a month and half without talking and that was what withdrawal must be like. She said he has an excellent ****. She said he liked music. She said she dreamt about him often. She said he would be this way. She said he had favorites. She said he talked about the government. She said he went on long drives, sometimes with her. She said he was a real man. She said they ****** in a hospital bathroom. She said he would beat people up for her. She said he would chop down trees for her. She said he liked candy. She said he liked to flush condoms down the toilet. She said he makes her laugh.She said she doesn’t know. She said she doesn’t know. She said she dreamt of him often. She said he waltzed the wrecking ball. She said he spoke between mornings to her when she pretended to be asleep and he would kiss the back of her neck afterwards. She said she remembered how he smelled after a day when they didn’t shower. She said she liked it best when her spit smelled like his spit. She said they ****** in his car. She said she saw him but he didn’t see her. She said she wanted to call. She said she watched him with his eyes closed. She said she couldn’t understand what he was saying sometimes, even though he was talking to her face. She said she thought it rained on days when she missed him. She said he must have loved more women than her. She said it was hard. She said it was hard. She said it was hard. She said they ****** in her car. She said they were never thinking of the same song. She said he asked her questions. She said she couldn’t sleep. She said he broke a mans nose in the street. She said they ****** in her bedroom. She said they stared at each other. She said he couldn’t sing. She said he was a car crash. She said she was a car crash. She said she would rather.

Someone put a filter on the world

Drive into the inky oblivion and I think we're going to die today.
The oil spill breaks in clouds.

This is a painting of hell.

We're standing in the middle of what the sky should look like
and what it looks like.

The air is impossibly clear.

A person once said to me,
"Love guides you."
I don't know about that,
but I know I can't sleep
because the outline of you
is still traced into me.

And every time I try,
my eyes
burn, wet socket fire.
And I drink to sleep a dreamless sleep
because in my dreams
I feel your head in my chest.
My bones are your bones
and we dance.

My face gets close to yours
and I whisper from a movie
and everyone in the theater
cries when we kiss at the end.

You must've been a supernova
because I can't see anything else.
You must've fallen from heaven
and right onto me because I'm paralyzed.
You must be a drug,
because I shake when I take you.

And I can't take you.

Love guides you.

Off a ******* cliff.

You've got a beautiful soul, you know
but you need more love in your bones.
I can't help but notice, you're starved.
Your mouth waters and your lips crack
in fact, I feel your heart grumble like a stomach.
And it's not my business, but listen,
this kitchen is big enough for a dance.
And I'm not sayin' me,
I'm just sayin'.

I want to go home but I don't have a home.

I live in the middle space between where you're driving from
and where you're driving to.
I live on backseats and inside large purses.

I live in vending machines
and beds you used to sleep in all the time
but don't sleep in anymore
because you moved away.

I live on driveways that got redone while you were gone,
and new haircuts you couldn't see because you weren't there.

I live on promises that we'll do something.

I live in those cool new sunglasses you got,
but they broke,
and I never got to see your wear them.

I live in the little space between you and your lover,
the one that feels like "I love you"
but really means
"I love you, but I'm not in love with you."

I live on unsatisfactory naps
and the island your friends put you on when you finally said what you'd been wanting to say.

I live under the rug when you complain about people behind their backs
because no one really knows how to tell someone they don't like them
for who they are...
as a person.

I live in every spare shoebox that isn't filled with notes
and gets jealous of the other shoeboxes that are filled with notes.

I live on the top bunk
and I've never fallen off

but I'm still kind of scared that I will one day.

I live on the laugh that lets me know you're still listening.  

I live where I never wanted to live,
but I live here,
because I choose to live here.
And you live there because you choose to live there,
even if it doesn't seem that way.

I'm here and you're there.
I'm here for you and you're there for me,
even if it doesn't seem that way.

This is where I live.
You should send me a letter some time.