I never liked biology.
Not because it was boring.
It was fascinating.
But everyday I was reminded
that I am nothing more than
layered tissue.
And I have so little control
over how wide my eyes open
My thoughts are nothing more than microscopic zaps
criss-crossing tirelessly around in my head
I can't stop
hearing and
seeing and
feeling
and
I'll never
see my own heart.
I liked it better
when life was magical.

for her birthday
she requested a rose
when all she truly hoped for
was a sunny day
but after years of clouds
a rose seemed
simpler.

We sit at desks slaving for hours over made up numbers and too-long phone calls while
worlds
worlds
worlds away
a star is born
and I’m talking about a real star
because we call people who can sing on key “stars” but nothing can shine as bright
as the massive, beautiful fires in the sky.