“I just wanted it to be Natural” she said.
The morning I stabbed my face
with an electric toothbrush.
Cheese fries and football
I sat giggling over tequila,
wondering why my heart
felt so at home
walking down empty hallways
echoing with murmurs and
waterfalls. Crammed onto
subway cars, and running fingers
over octopi and battle scars.
The words used to fall
out of my mouth like
teeth in a dream.
But they all stopped
until you.
Now they are pouring out
like a faucet.
And I haven't enough
buckets to catch them.