In the mirror, there's a skeleton instead with no skin attached
But this doesn't bother me.
I'm not afraid of death.

Instead of a pelvic bone, there are vines growing with pink flowers.
I tried to use herbicide to get rid of them but they grew too fast.
I can't walk without them.

I wonder what happened to my brain.
At least I knew my heart was burnt in the fire.
But what happened to my head?

Baby don’t cry
Momma says to me when the red and blue lights flash and she’s pulled away from me
Oreos at the table with the nice officer
Can’t remember if it’s a real memory, feels like it is

Baby don’t cry
Momma says with skinned knees so dry
Daddy pushes me on the swing so **** high
Why am I afraid of heights?

Baby don’t cry
Momma says as the black and white cat walks past
Promises of broken pieces being mended
Fingertips at my backside pressing in

Baby don’t cry
They all say with kind eyes and slight smiles
Baby don’t cry, you’re oh so strong
Can’t cry if you don’t even feel sad

Baby don’t cry
Momma says, slitting two lines into her wrist
This is how you show pain, not tears
Maybe I should try it myself.

My heart is protected by what God made Eve out of-

Before you, everything was dark until He brought me to you and said “Let there be light!”
Your eyes are so sparkling and radiant; God must have modeled the stars after them.
When your skin touches mine, a million synapses pulse with an electric current as if you are a long-lost memory waiting to be rekindled.
Our souls must have known each other behind pearly gates – I am certain of this when your hands clasp mine.

With you, the melody within my heart is more beautiful than any song sung by birds in the entirety of Creation.
Your voice is so sweet and praising; God himself cannot conduct the angel choirs to sound like you.
When you smile and laugh, I imagine grand golden bells that bellow out down the streets of Paris.
Our hearts beat to the same pattern and our lungs are consistent with each other – I am certain we were made for each other out of clay.

There is no after you, there is only the sound of your voice resonating in my ears long after you have finished speaking.

My hands, made of the same clay as you
When my fingers reach for yours,
Michelangelo could not paint anything as beautiful

My face is peeled and waxed
Who told you of the monsters in the dark?
Bodies of oceans spill out in the halls.

When the door closes, my insides collapse
Until you reappear to fix my foundation.

You are taking 6:30 train
AM or PM, you do not know
Another train passes, going the other way
You see someone, and realize it is your lover
He is going away and you don't know where.

You spend all morning fixing your hair
You've lost count of the time
Your hair will not lay flat
The red shoes sit by the door
They've only been worn once

The pie that you have been baking is done
The edges are burnt but the inside is still cold
Your crust has collapsed in the middle
The timer did not sound.
You did not see it fall apart.

A waitress takes the late night bus home,
Counts all the people on the bus but there are none.
She gets off five stops early to walk,
She hears nothing.

On the avenue a black cat chases a moth
But does not catch it.
A man throws a shoe at the cat,
Yells obscenities across the alley,
Then falls back asleep.

Dig your nails into my skin,
Tell me to let the love sink in
Drag your eyes across my chest
Tell me you love me the best

Twist your stories word for word
Tell me that I sound absurd
Turn my love into inhibition
Tell that I’m your motivation

Spin your web and hold me close
Tell me this is how it goes
Sink me with your fiery eyes
Tell me that you don’t lie.