battery cold
dead phone
charge it immediately
feel less alone

How much time,
to let my nails grow?
How much time,
to patch a heart?
How much time,
to make my feelings known?
How much time,
before we part?

How much time,
between the metro stops?
How much rail track?
How much sweat?
How much time lost while the needle skips?
How much time will you forget?

For a start, I smell like ammonium
Fresh from the salon
A change to reflect the change I feel in me

A change for myself
Not for you
You just got lucky

Destiny conspired against me
to bring me here, too fresh
with static frizz
from polyester layers.

Fresh from him last night
and the boy before

My greatest right
is my greatest privilege

and I'd abuse it with you too.

Waiting for you is like
waiting for the future
is like
waiting for a bus I've never taken before
is like
waiting for rain in a strange country
for the beat to drop in a song new to my ears

How will I know when?
When will I see how?
Anticipation is adrenaline.
How much, I cannot tell.

All the books I'd love to read.
have already been read.
All the things there are to know,
are already known by someone.
All the places I could go,
already have people,
and every man I'd love to love
has been loved and loved in turn
every woman,
who worried like me,
who bought the same dress,
left the same shoes,
and cried at P.S. I Love You.

Could we please go back
to a few lines ago when
I think I made you smile.
At least you sent a emoticon
now you haven't replied since 12:53,
I know I've said something wrong.
So could we please
clear the history
and go back.

the experience you see
in my eyes
and the depths of my face
in the way I form my answers
in everything

how I fire out words
so professionally
you'd never guess
I'm still that little girl
in the bathroom
vowing to be
the new man in the family
and waiting for someone
to understand enough
to let me share that burden.