All I need to do
Is wait 42 more days
And then I'll be gone
To the state I miss the most
Tennessee.

I'm leaving and I can't wait

If I have to leave you
With something before I go
I will leave you with this

When it rains
Let it remind you of me

Let the sound of rain falling
onto a tin roof
Remind you of the times when we would
try to sing louder than the thunder roaring
in the sky above

Let the feeling of cold rain
Washing down your face
Remind you of the times we danced
In the cold showers that came in early spring

Let the yellow street lights
Remind you of the times when
We took long walks in the rain to
Talk about all the little things

Let the rain
Be a reminder of all
The good things that came with me
When I entered your life

Let the rain
Remind you of me

Because it reminds
Me of You...

P h y s i c a l l y  T o u c h  M e  A n d
I t s  I n s t a n t  E l e c t r i c i t y
T r y  T o  T o u c h  M y  M i n d  A n d
I t s  I n s t a n t  S t a t i c
T r y  T o  G e t  M e  T o  F e e l  A n d
Y o u ' l l  F i n d  N o t h i n g

B e c a u s e  I  A m A̶̷̸m̶̷̸b̶̷̸e̶̷̸r̶̷̸

̶P̶h̶y̶s̶i̶c̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶T̶o̶u̶c̶h̶ ̶M̶e̶ ̶A̶n̶d̶
̶W̶a̶t̶c̶h̶ ̶M̶e̶ ̶S̶h̶y̶ ̶W̶a̶y̶
̶T̶r̶y̶ ̶T̶o̶ ̶T̶o̶u̶c̶h̶ ̶M̶y̶ ̶M̶i̶n̶d̶ ̶A̶n̶d̶
̶W̶a̶t̶c̶h̶ ̶M̶e̶ ̶C̶h̶a̶n̶g̶e̶
̶T̶r̶y̶ ̶T̶o̶ ̶G̶e̶t̶ ̶M̶e̶ ̶T̶o̶ ̶F̶e̶e̶l̶ ̶A̶n̶d̶
̶Y̶o̶u̶'̶l̶l̶ ̶B̶e̶ ̶O̶v̶e̶r̶w̶h̶e̶l̶m̶e̶d̶ ̶

̶B̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶I̶ ̶A̶m̶ ̶ O̶̷̸c̶̷̸t̶̷̸o̶̷̸b̶̷̸e̶̷̸r̶̷̸

PHYSICALLY TOUCH ME AND
YOU'LL SEE MY FIST
TRY TO TOUCH MY MIND AND
YOU'LL RUN AWAY IN FEAR
TRY TO GET ME TO FEEL AND
YOU'LL SEE WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE

BECAUSE I AM S̶̷̸T̶̷̸E̶̷̸L̶̷̸L̶̷̸A̶̷̸

Physically touch me and
Be ready for to much love
Try to touch my mind and
Be ready to cry a little
Try to get me to feel and
You'll watch me feel nothing

Because I am S̶̷̸t̶̷̸e̶̷̸p̶̷̸h̶̷̸a̶̷̸n̶̷̸i̶̷̸e̶̷̸
And I am Numb

summer is so hot and lonely
and sometimes i wonder
if the skin i am in
betrays me to the world.

i forget without forgiving,
i remember without wanting to
and yet
i want to remember
deep breaths,
georgia,
driving with the top down while
going eighty miles per hour
on a no-name/
dead end
road.

please.
remind me:
why can’t i just fly into the sun
and
feel the heat melt away my flesh
until i am no longer a body?
until i am just soul?
until i am freed?

the starlight/sunlight/pale light
keeping me alive has the power
to tear the life away from me.
do you believe it?

wherever god is,
i think she is crying,
but she’s laughing as well.
she’s laughing at pain, she’s
crying for love, and
somewhere there’s a sun shower.
children are playing and dancing in it,
and a mother tells her son
that “the devil is
beating his wife.”
a son tells his mother,
“this feels
too much like love
to be an act of violence”

and so it goes.

there’s a place where the trees collide as if they
are making love and the hush of the leaves overlapping
is like a whisper of,
branches and plants and limbs and bodies.
maple and palm and sandalwood
and fresh air.

the roots messily fall along edges and depths
of soil
and i just want a love like that

natural like nature
quiet yet passionate
messy and thoughtful

the kind of love that is clear like a waterfall
like laughter and fish nipping at your toes
peace, sunbaths, the chirp of the birds
at the sunset bay,
where the moon tucks in daylight/

it’s like in this place,
there’s a hyperawareness of bruises
and there’s a gentle caress of the wind.
and the way your lips part at a near death or when
a song is on the tip of your clicking tongue
is lacking
numbness.

unwavering sentience
an empath spinning in a hurricane.

the best lover to is the one
that feels like home
when you
are homeless.

and i know, for
the trees tell me so.

VOICES
Hey!
VOICES
Could everyone please keep it down?
VOICES
Does anyone want to listen?
VOICES
Do you have a minute?
VOICES
Never mind. It's nothing.
VOICES
MAKE
IT
STO-
Silence.