the problem with accomplishment:
when my whole day
is her equivalent
of two hours

suede black flats ***** out the buzz
of the microscopic pest swarming around me
it took three tries before the car door
became a molecular ****** mess
the body splattered abstract blood
extracted from an unwilling, unknown "donor"
And yet, I sat unscathed for the remainder of the drive.

external stand alone thoughts suppressed
in hidden chambers
while two lungs compress
themselves into misshapen vases
where the pressure comes not from above
but growing in various amounts, needless
attacking slowly through angles
worming its way up through my skin
heart strings embroidered into an array
of emptiness finally drawn out
****** to the surface, the internal exposed
suddenly gone
only to inhale again.

I should have known better than
to bring the outside world in
but I was rash, carefree in nature
and I was naive, careless with nature
and four little eggshells fell
how offputting they lay
where life granting blessings seldom belong
nothing could be done to remedy
three perfect birds to be, gone
and one lofty mistake
left in a pile of goo

damp hair hits goose bump shoulders
perched in the middle
crossed leg sitting
two comforters can't keep company
rain lost to headphones
rest's reign in protest
lulls of forbidden silence
bare skin bears reality
fighting secret demons in the dark
achy joints weighed down
on a queen sized mattress  
gravity has more pull than sleep
is it lightning or digital clocks that
strobe white flashes?

roofless, riding
open air
skirts float up, same with hair
silver rolling dollar sign
loving legs
tanned and crossed