burn in a bonfire
sell in a garage sale
throw at a mirror
feed to a pack of dogs
eat with your mother
offer to the Gods
pin to a tree
drown in the ocean
flatten in a book
bury under your floorboards
hang like a chandelier
donate to science
kiss before bed

The binding on my  mind is rotting in the forest floor
Planted there to never be found
I now realize the dead doesn't stay dead forever
and you can't quiet a sleeping darkness
because it whispers in its dreams
and the nightmare is coming to a ******
it's beginning to sob
the binding on my mind is rotting
how do i reverse nature
and make myself whole again?

i began collecting my hair in April
it sits on the tops of pillows
weaves itself onto scalps of my loves
sets itself on bathroom floors and
swirls onto the walls of showers
wraps itself around your tender parts
and leaves me pounds lighter.
i find it on this very page
soft and breakable and shines in lamplight
that is harsh
like how you pulled the strands
because i asked you to.
i shed so much because i secretly wish to vanish
and my vanity  has not taken over
and my vapor sits still behind my gums
even when i am left alone
taking bristles to my head
to relax because
i have no one to play with me
and no one to look into
when the sky is a combination of both day and night.

We're a shuffled deck of cards
and while I play these games in the dark light of my bedroom
the tree branches reach through glass
and scrape down my soft, fragile womb
marked in three slashes in the sign of the devil.
We are twirling in a  sea of
romantic era art songs
written off of clouds and
20th century paintings of eyes
in the sky.
We meant to go right
veer right
swerve right
but wrong is the way the storm has pushed us.
Floating on rooftops
I am waving my pale arms
pleading for help
I try to map out the swells of tides in my chest
with chains of rusty necklaces
handed down from my ancestors
who would shake their **** heads
if they could see the effort I throw into
waking each new, bright morning
filled with crowing doves
that follow me like i resemble an angel carcass
in a world of dreamy humans
climbing down the street
under a ceiling of umbrellas
engulfing ****** features
i        used        to       identify     you.

We carry these things on our shoulders
and we're strong for a little while
but then the water jugs begin to strain.
Every world has these issues
of things being too heavy
babies being too light
a feather in a universe of stones
she said she barely felt me.
The light is gray
I can hear the pitter-patter of rain feet
scampering across the roof
singing a song that matches my very being
we are one, you and I.
my brother is in Seattle
today feels like i am there, too
he dives in for food
comes out with signs pocked with words
you don't even have the strength to think
Feminism, Gay Rights, Free Speech, Pro-choice
I am American, hear me roar.
I burn candles painted with the ****** Guadalupe
because they are long and thin
like the girls I kiss but do not love
I am a contradiction
I pray to the God of an agnostic
I pray to the moon
Her pale, luminescent body mimics my own
and on nights where she takes up my horizon,
we gossip and giggle.
She is my only best friend.
I write poetry about boys
the way they move makes me move
and then everyone is stepping
flashing lights and music no one likes
  (unless they're ****** up)
my life only consists of nights like these in the summer

i have been shivering for months now
trying to find an ounce of warmth
in your arms, my mother's arms
  (i seem to forget i am the closest)
but the trees are cold, too
they are naked and exposed
and the only thing I'm thankful for today is that they are not being *****.
People seem to forget I live in every slice of nature they consume.
Every dead branch burnt in a bonfire,
every loaf of bread eaten at a church feast,
every pet fish killed off by being fed too much
or not at all.
I am infinite.
I live on Mars, home of the Twins.
I don't need a telescope to watch you commit adultery.
Don't underestimate my power.
I break down at the sight of any irrational thought.
My emotions will crush you
My fears will find you in the dark.
Crawl up on you
DON'T turn around.
I am always watching
Hiding at the base of your neck
Feel my ghostly breaths chill down your spine.
I'm behind every gleam in your eyes
I'm there even when I'm not.
I will be with you
Every one of you
For the rest
of
your
lives.
And the best part?
     Sometimes we'll stay in bed together.
Like on rainy, hazy days
When your stomach hurts
And panicked breaths are inevitable
I'll be there
Keeping you company
because you love me.
Because I created you.

the rush of orange and purple
backwards seats
leaving you behind
leaving the deep skyline behind
leaving my breath and the way you filled my fingernails with flesh
second love
proving every inch of mind to the depths of the ocean
and i hope and wish and pray
that you will sit in my opposite seat
and we will look up from our newspaper puzzles
and laugh on how
we have no capability to do anything we wish
because we skipped every opportunity we do not regret
and skipped every rock we will never regret
over the pond of swans
that look elegant, but bit my cousin Jack
that look elegant, but broke my aunt’s heart
that look elegant
but violently
purge
up
every
meal.

the cars approach in rows
carrying burdens heavy as themselves
ants on a sand dune
wishing for a living passenger
to carry home