Ten thousand exhalations permeate
every corner of a room that is filled
with only thirteen people
an unlucky number for some

once upon a time the skirt was
looser
once upon a time the fangs were
shorter
once upon a time the prey was
easier
but no one ever gets younger...

I don't want to be Thirteen

I want to be one half of the dozen
that found their dream, and I've
been waiting
a really long time

So our conversation goes
breathy sigh
Would you like a drink?
a frown, what do you think
I like long walks on the beach
I really hate sand, and the heat...
I believe in fate and destiny
a scowl, what's in it for me?
I'm scared of the dark and of
being alone
I'm one half of nothing, do you
have a number I can phone?
I can go one better, I have a place
that I call my own
contemplating true facts such as
we are both on the wrong side of
ever being young again
Well, all the right words have been said,
*Shall we begin?