The wind sighed
Forget.
Wet whistled lips
as teeth scrape along
to force a suppressed whisper
fabricated into a command
pleading with an element strong.
As the wind's breath
                                       takes and rips
two syllables before her
with no lines left to play the part.
                                   Empty.                                                    she stands there
threads of herself whirling
like hair in her face.
As the draft increases
and catches her on broad wings,
through the clouds
                                              to reach the sun
and fall to earth                                                            ­                                 Because she flew too close.
Close enough to feel the heat
Close enough to watch her tips singe
catch flame as her body neared the fringe      .      and let go       .      so close enough to feel the bliss
                                        Blistering.
       ­                                                           She screamed.
Searing.                                   Straining.  ­                                Suffocating.
                                                    ­                    In pain.
As her wings melted
dashing her towards the ground                                                           ­                             to impact
                                                                ­         hard dirt.
                                                          ­                                                                 ­                 The earth mumbled
                                                         ­                                                                 ­                                      *Regret.

Some days I am Ana's teacher, some days she is mine.
This morning, we look through her kitchen window,
the one she can't get clean, cobwebs massed
between sash and pane. The sky is blue-gold, almost
the color of home.
Ana, I say, each winter
I get more lonely. Both of us would like the sun
to linger as that round fruit in June, but Ana says
it's better to forget what you used to know...

No sight of comfort,
Within these walls.
I'm seeing shapes,
I'm hearing calls.
I'm burning up,
It starts to spin.
This mission we're in,
Well nobody wins.
Soem call it insane,
Some call it switching lanes.
Your feet sink,
Become faint.
Give into the thought,
you are no saint.
Its not what you wanted
its not why you're here
perceptions of reality,
rooted in fear.

you've invaded
& you're taking over
i no longer know where i end & you
                         [begin]
                         you've invaded
& you're taking over
i've been infected since the moment
                         [you touched me]
                         you've invaded
& my armies just aren't
strong enough
you're taking over
                         i surrender.
                         [the end]

A familiar breeze and your face creeps in

That song
This time of year
A certain word
And you appear

We are all me.
   he makes up my emotion
she makes up my devotion.
     I am pieces of
           smashed glass
               haphazardly placed,
         half-***
               tried to make something
                                     beautiful.
      Each of us added to me.
    Each of us makes up a certain piece.
Does it pay to be cynical
                               critical
                              invisible?
Trying to care makes me
                    the same
                         as her.
                        and them.
                           and me.
        Trying to be me
        makes me, them.
      and unfortunately,
          we are all me.