Let me show you
how to protect me
Let me show you
how to wrap yourself around me
So no sadness can escape
Let you be my sanctuary
A happy place
For only me
And you
And us
To be safe
And happy
And us

why couldn't you make a clean break
a clean cut
just below the joint

why did you have to go
behind my back
and pull
and pull

and pull until limb
was ripped from socket
clinging to body only
by bits of sinew and tissue

and then
as the amputee accepts her fate
you took the rotting appositeness
and attempt to reattach it

which you and I know
will disease
the whole being

well maybe
you're trying
to **** me

A cup of fruit punch spills
and stains the clouds
mixing with tomato soup
stains and lemonade

Van Gogh dips his brush
in the royal purple
of early evening
streaking plum across the cosmos

a glass of starlight spills
and night descends

A girl I do not know
Is sleeping in my bed
Is dressing in my clothes
Is acting in my name

And I
to presume I ever knew myself
or existed
am Missing

Only to be seen
in photos
not printed on milk cartons
and plastered on telephone poles

Because a girl I do not know
is in my place