I want so much to say goodbye to you
let my soul forget what it felt like having you near
let the feeling fade like the sense of my dreams when I wake up
and let the scent of you vanish into air like the smell after rain
when the sun starts shining again
I wish that I could let the sound of your voice die down
and there'll be only pure silence like when I'm awake at night
I'll try to forget the way our hands parted when we parted,
that day when you said your last goodbye
but I can't seem to erase the feeling of your presence,
every single time I recall it feels like the opposite
of the wounding feeling of being alone
and the neverending fear of never falling in love again
the way I fell in love with you
and it makes me crawl back to the comforting
feeling of having you near

(l.p)

I’ve written words since I found out that those graphite sticks
could form them and wrote my name
on the top of a kleenex box
when I was four.
I’ve written words since I learned that each one
held a meaning I could hear in my head.
I’ve written words since I realized that writing
releases them from my mind,
so that I can hear myself think.
I’ve written words because numbers run away from me,
just out of grasp, teasing me with
their teamwork and rigid cooperation
and parenthetical expressions.
I’ve written words never read by anyone,
words which embarrass with their frankness
words which I’ve burned thinking they would die.
I’ve written words which I longed to share
because they fit together better than numbers
and made my skin crawl with their
deliciousness.

There are generations of kings
and peasants buried in my bones
though I claim to be neither
riches and starving stomachs
reside in my skin
though I've only experienced one
there are daughters and sons
doves and guns
my flesh is a tree
torn from the earth
my death will be
another's birth

Vivid depictions
of street corners
with glaring lamps
lighting only
a portion of the walk,
as you stroll in and out
of the spotlight

Flashing glances
from strange passerby,
as they shuffle on their
daily commute to
wherever it is
they are going

Sitting Straight,
upright in the
blue chairs,
in the classes
that come and go
and leave no more
of a mark on you
than they did
before you stepped
in the room

Flashing Lights
from the neon sign
as an advertisement
for the bare skin
& money &
alcohol that just
goes right through
you in the end

Forced smiles
for the customers
who are not buying
anything, but insist
that the prices
are lower, that
You have no idea
about the products in
your own store, and that
you're wrong

Simple Connection
between one person
and another, the community
created between one heart's
compassion and another's
misfortune, sharing in a bond
so undeniably deep
cradling the essence of
humanity in the folds

I am as disconnected as the stars.

Expanding out of my body.
I cannot squeeze into this
Earth.


Or am I shrinking?
Folding
into that old suitcase of a
Purse, tucked away in some secret pouch.
I'm here. I'm here. I'm here.

A beautiful constellation
No one has named.
Neither arrow nor bow.

But who will remain
to fill the spaces
between my fingers?

my lies have been misconstude,to truths, so i thought
through my haze i see the hurt i put on you
all those nights you welcome me home, arms open
and all those nights the guilt just buids

if you could just stop packing and turn around
not to forgive me again, but to let me look once more
at what i have lost