I met you outside
on a cold autumn day; your
gaze kept me warm, love.

i am a summer wild child,
i was born with sunflowers in my hair,
sand tickling my pores.
i am a fairy with periwinkle lids,
gold dust when i need to..
jolt.
i am a mermaid with scales to
mesmerize, hypnotize, glorify.
(but i fell in love with a two-legged fellow)

i am the pixie your mother told you to stay away from,
but you frolic through the meadows,
hoping to catch a glimpse.

little flame-headed child
i should have held you more.
i should have scooped you up in your little patchwork-dress
and read to you when you asked.
i shouldn't have left you alone
outside
on purpose
i shouldn't have let you cry
over
and over
and over.
i shouldn't have made fun of you
for making friends with the air
for talking to them
when you were lonely
you were only
a child.
little flame-headed baby
i should have done so many things
as many things as i shouldn't have
i did wrong by you
so many times
and when i was given a second chance
our mother robbed me of it.
that's karma, i guess.

little flame-headed child
you forgive me,
but your patchwork heart doesn't
it's alright,
i deserve it

She came barreling into the room,
riding the back of a burnt out star,
her energy crackled and flickered
like flint against steel.
Blue half moons
where her eyes should have been,
simple constellations marked across her face
like maps of emotions and the truth behind her
lazy smile. Her energy took the breath out of me,
and mingled with my own galaxy,
reaching wave lengths of unknown mathematics.
I wanted to say something,
I wanted to touch her,
lightly, a whisper of skin only our
hearts could translate.
I knew something would soar between us,
sparks or maybe even a shooting star.
But she was gone as soon as she came,
an eon of stars following her out the door,
and I was already ten light years behind,
I knew I would never reach her in this lifetime,

but maybe in the next.

Les chiens qui aboient au-dessous de ma fênetre
Me rappelle d'un autre jour
Où je suis heureuse et contente--
Où je suis captivée par l'amour.

Dans mes rêves et pensées,
Ils font une promenade;
Ils me disent, «Tu n'es pas
Tout ce qui ton façade

Laisserait les gens, qui nagent
Dans les larmes chaudes
Avec les bras flechis
Et les yeux emeraudes,

Savoir,» et puis ils partent
Pour abandonner ses raisons
De vivre, d'aimer, d'être
Et ces mots dans une combinaison.

Je crie, «Attends!» toujours,
Et toujours, ils continuent,
Et je continue à les regarder
Alors que ses ombres diminuent.

Les nuages volent au-dessus
Des choses vivantes, fières,
Et j'espère quelque jour pouvoir
Trouver mes rêves comme ces craintes découvertes.

If I could, I would unbutton
every cell in my body;
spread them out,
indexed and cataloged
for an easier read.

All of my secrets,
my dreams and quirks,
and the chemicals behind each action
laid in array for you
to decipher as you would.

When you had finished,
I would button each one
back into position;
one beneath the other,
snapped back together.

Then my secrets would be yours.

I have a weakness for a boy
with shadows in his eyes
and fire in his throat.

When he speaks,
like a dragon,
he exhales his truth
singeing all those who dare
come close.

A knowing fool,
I dance daringly
through the flames;

aching for a glimpse
behind a mask
he doesn’t know
that he still wears.