she was hooked
on drugs
and i was dealing
with depression
i became her new addiction
and my *** was her fix
she always confided in me but the four walls knew her better
and one day i went hibernating
she cut herself and befriended
a noose which she used to degrade herself because the anchor was absent in her life

wandering hands;
searching for
the unknown,
feeling for
perfect emotion,
wanting to
never
let go.
electricity
pulses through
your veins,
you know
it's right,
it's so
wrong
that it's
*absolutely
right.

i'm so afraid that
you do not think about me
as much as i you.

i'm gone to the store for some bread she said
with her suitcase in her hand

god gets ******-up about which hair to harm on your head.  in some, this goes on for years.  I have a lucky razor, a father who’s blind in one hand, and a suicidal thought that scares me to death in front of cops.  my last meal came to me on a toothbrush.

two girls replace two boys and continue the good work of making a ******* sandwich.  

I become a woman to watch my mother die.

father
he jumps
less and less
rope.

things come in three raccoons
to rearrange
a rabbit.  

a baby avoids the plague
like a first
word
amen.

brother gives hell to my sense of place.