tiny
white
round
i hide them under my tongue
my mommas learned to check
so now i gag them up
tiny
white
round
they said it is s'posed to help
but all they do is pull me down
alter my little reality
tiny
white
round
bitter to the taste
but now i've given in
into their watery embrace
tiny.
white.
round.
no longer.
myself.

And thus a
Poem
Was made
And thus your
Mother
Was created.

let's ride our bikes into the sky
i'll lean in to kiss your nicotine lips
and you'll laugh
pull away
and whisper something about your dreams being in the clouds
so far out of reach
& my tastes are too dry for yours
    you like to peruse the deep wines of France
           meander on roads that exist only in your mind
                  look upon the words of Bukowski
                          and the art of Bansky
you've woven your own reality
you dream of holding a cloud
i say that i'll change
that i'll catch you a cloud
you laugh & say there's no hope for me
so i got you a cirrus
      as whimsical as you fancies
     as high as your spirits
as fleeting as your love
i hand it to your
        you raise your hand
                      now my cheek stings.

i'm not cutting deep
like your words did
i'm not gonna die
like you told me to
i'm not about to let you have me
like you're trying to force me to do
i'm not gonna leave
like my friends say i should

sleeves
summer long
winter long
because
scars

i love him
but i belong to another
what to do what to do what to do
i want him to love me
but he is in love with the pen
will he notice me will he notice me will he notice me
my lover tries to force words from my hand
but when i'm with the other all i want to do is write for him
is he my muse is he my muse is he my muse
it's my wedding day and i'm marrying the wrong man
the one i want is sitting in the front row
is he seeing me is he seeing me is he seeing me
the vows have been said and the rings exchanged
i am now bound to someone i don't love
what have i done what have i done what have i done
the music is playing and my husband is dancing with someone else
i wander around the outskirts of the merriment and then i see him
is he coming here is he coming here is he coming here
he takes my hand and brushes his butterfly lips against it
his mouth opens and he says
'will you dance will you dance will you dance?'