coffee and words and sylvia.

they are all dead,
i buried them
with my corpse.

in a same hole.

with a same nameless headstone,
but only my skull
would remain.
and someday someone would find
the teeth i left and think;
"she wanted storms."

actually i am one.
with the eye named sylvia,
but coffee makes her blind,
like a love.

"love is a verb,"
you said.

keep coughing up
butterflies;
i only have
dead ones.

resurrection out of date.

funny ideas.
betrayed reality.
i made you up inside my head.

the midnight songs you used to play
on the radio-
it is better than your voice;
it hurts less, the aches are light;
soft wind at purplish evening.
forming bruises, even without ink they do fade;
permanent scars- open often, bleed; rush!
lesser than a tattoo,
low quality yet overrated,
nothing like flickering fire-
art? it is actually trash.

Because my fingers are too
alien, just like how toenails on tulips
facing the clear, bright blue sky.

It is too easy to smile.

Because my fingers are now
a stranger's, just like the dead cells from my cheeks
I left on the road.

I only need more, more, more lamps and
clocks. Tick, tick. Tick.
I want to tick too.
Like a bomb.

Sometimes hair grows like sunflowers
just like how the brain
becomes soil.
You can find a worm or two,
thank them they make it fertile.

I am sleeping with my eyes open,
I'll let them dry. Let them dry
and make them your bookmark.

Just leave me
at your favorite part
so you can have a reason
to not come back.

i see you everywhere
borrowing the faces of strangers'
i see you in the trees, the birds,
in the eyes of children
and in the national flags
i hear your voice within the core
of our national anthem
i hear you in the birds' chirps
in their eggs crack open
and even when the wind doesn't blow
i can hear it singing your vocal fold
in the flowers that aren't yet fully bloomed
i see you, i hear you, i feel you
in everything that grows
in everything that is dying for new lives
in everything, alive or dead, good or bad
just like today, the bad sound system produces
the sweetest sound ever
because i can see you on the stage
i can see you everywhere
i do see you everywhere, and you are always
borrowing the faces of strangers'