stars flow through these leaky pipes
& i'm starting to wonder if the tattoos
on your back
are starting to face
or are the yellow lights
in our rooms
are just dimming down
maybe you should try drawing
on my wrists
again to stop them from itching
maybe i shouldn't make you
cold coffee anymore
maybe you should change
the dead bulbs in the house
or maybe i should dye my hair
to make you
love me
again

I saw Temptation
& he stared at me
with his narcotic eyes
blossoming nebulas formed
around his head
& i felt sinful
just staring
back
at him

i felt like
i'd go straight
down
to hell
with just wondering
if his lips
if his mouth
tasted like
the darkest
of coffee

& i don't
even like
coffee

but
i'm willing
to try

If my tears were unchained beads
From a rosary
Or pearls and crystals
Instead of salty drops of water
I would be able to make
A pretty necklace
Around my neck
To constantly remind me
I am strong enough
To keep my bruised knees
Straight

We used our hands too much
That’s why

Our palms began to scorch
In sweat and whispered confessions
From tight grips in long walks
Our fingers are knotted securely together  
That our knuckles have turned white

We pointed at bowls of soup
We want to taste from restaurant menus
At clothes in shop windows
At stars, funny blog posts, movie posters

You, holding an umbrella out for me
When it rains out
From picking up a fight with a ******
Who used a lousy pick-up line on me
From attempting to sketch my face

I, massaging your aching muscles
From writing poems about you
Holding warm mugs of coffee
While watching you play your guitar

I began losing mine
After hushing you
With the finger I accidentally cut
From cutting cherry tomatoes
For your salad
And then I bit off my thumb
When you didn’t calm yourself
And began to speak even louder
To me

I knew you lost yours
When you barely reach out
For my hand anymore
But I think you still had a few
On your left hand

I know
Because I heard the door open
And shut

We don’t have to go home
So early
The night is still blushing
And the merrymaking
Has just begun

The Wolf is gone
We’ve buried him
Under the ashes
Of his bones
And his victims
The Wolf is dead

Don’t pull on my sleeve
We don’t have to go home
So early
The merrymaking
Has just begun
And they’ve just brought out
The drinks and roasted pig

What are you worrying about?
The Wolf is gone
They’ve spiked him with silver
Through his heart
The Wolf is dead
I heard that his spine
And ribcage
Got broken from the jab

The Wolf is gone
Don’t feel upset
Here, have a glass
You’ll need it
After that
We can dance
Because
The Wolf is dead

I heard
That I’m made out
Mostly of water
And star stuff
They say that there is
A secret galaxy
Located in my mantle
Just beneath the crust
Of my pale skin

They nodded at me
Twirled me around
Inspected and pulled on
My skin
They nodded
Saying, “Yep, it’s in there.”

I heard
That I’m made out
Of water
And star stuff
They say that there is
A secret galaxy
Located in my mantle
Just beneath the crust
Of my pale skin

I got excited
And grabbed a kitchen knife
And cut through
The equator line of my belly
And I found nothing
But sticky, stinky, bouncy globules
Planets, maybe
So where are my stars?

Big bad wolves
Huffing and puffing on cheap cigars
Under dimly lit streets
And inhaling substances I do not know

Big bad wolves
Dabbing on their pocket cologne
And chewing on mints
To hide the smell of blood on them

Big bad wolves
Snarling and cackling at jokes
With liquor shining in their throats
They inhale some of the bad stuff more

Big bad wolves
Showing their sharp pointy teeth
At cake-faced and dyed haired babes
Hoping they’ll feast on something raw tonight

Big bad wolves
Also get tired like us
From inhaling, puffing, chugging and smashing
They crawl in their beds and fall fast asleep