I saw my toes the other day.
I hadn't looked at them for months.
Indeed, they might have passed away.
And yet they were my best friends once.
When I was small, I knew them well.
I counted on them up to ten
And put them in my mouth to tell
The larger from the lesser. Then
I loved them better than my ears,
My elbows, adenoids, and heart.
But with the swelling of the years
We drifted, toes and I, apart.
Now, gnarled and pale, each said, j'accuse!--
I hid them quickly in my shoes.

every time i look at you my spine tingles
i shouldn't want you
but i do.

i wish that you were mine
but you wouldn't stay faithful.

you're everything that i want
but you can't offer me the most important thing
it's killing me.

i want to reach out
to grasp you
but always
you slip away.

If I had a friend, you know who that'd be?
The ocean waves or the bumbling bees.
The sky up above, or the grass down low
And they'd be the best friends I would ever know.

I have
Many sides of myself
                   Of my soul
Facets of my mind
Not visible
But they’ll never see
It was necessary to hide
   A weakness
The longing
     For perfection
   For love
     For acceptance
The insecure child
Whose eyes are haunted
Overshadowed eternally
By her twin
Whose confidence borders arrogance
Laughs and struts
             And smiles
The cousin
Whose tear streaked face
Becomes cold
Like her heart
And anger boils
     Watching
         And waiting
  For the friend
Whose pen flows with thoughts
Better left unsaid
Whose intensity
      Frowned upon
   Mocked
Binds her pieces together
The many sides of herself
                         Of her soul
   Facets of her mind
Not visible
Because they’ll never see
  The puzzle
That keeps her alive
   But kills
Who I Am