i won't stop til my medicine
                        is biotin and mindfulness.

pack up those ridged teeth
step outside your crooked heat

I'd have loved you

                if you'd wanted me to

"Why can't we ever see eye to eye?"

Of course not, everyone's a different height

I'll watch her foster illness
harbored in my own sick heart
we cannot beat
in mutual heat
because we both are      art.

no lead between my chest,

                             just love.

it was then i knew to quit trying
the unrequited lure -- to quit lying
to myself in lieu of her silence
begging to the moon to requite this

but it was never more -- to her
it was never care -- to her
just fistfuls of hair and
fleeting lust

maybe even that was too much.