We sit sometimes across from each other
We talk, you give me your pencil, I give you my ring

Me, mine, my. Oh my.

You're stronger than me, I learnt it last Tuesday
when the air smelt of fish and you said, "This reminds me of the time I almost drowned."

You, yours, your. Your friends, your lifestyle, you're lovely.

My ring.

In the face of the hot-breathed horse,
I told my secret.

The digestion of a secret is a sacred thing
it goes through the mind  and into the esophagus

out the mouth sometimes.
But do it right, and

the secret stays deep inside
at your core; like a caged songbird.

This sweet orb
Of nervous energy

Gone. Is that feeling.

In the ugly face of anxiety
--What should I do? But stare at walls?

I can’t work

& Playing? It is scary.



Love is real, but rare, how to
Open my chest to the boy I love?



Violently I’m shutting down today
For a few hours




Notes bring me joy
If for 3 minutes 20 seconds
I see the world from an artist’s perspective

There is no room for doubt
In this world…




Glass shattering is a great mental image.
I should smash glass more often.