a man wants to help me
i fell down
i just fell down
yet he stopped his car

to see if I'm okay
the blood is just a scrape
my jeans have a rip
this is all my doing

i fell
i only fell
I survived
the blood is a miracle

I am alive

little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.

Something's wrong when I fall asleep at 9 and wake up in the afternoon
Something's wrong when I spend my day confused not knowing what to do
Something's wrong when I start doing things I never knew I could do
Something's wrong when your face is the only thing I can draw
Something's wrong when poems are the only way to say what's true
Something's wrong when life's so beautiful yet it seems so blue
Something's wrong when I close my eyes in my prayers and pray for you
Something's wrong when crying is all I do
Something's wrong when everyone looks and asks "what's wrong with you"

Something is wrong and that thing is you
Something's wrong and it's the way I think of you
Something's wrong and it's the time I chose you
Something's wrong cause I know it won't be true
Something's wrong but I'll hold on to you
Something's wrong and it's dreaming of you

Something's wrong and it's loving you.